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Post by Funk Oni on Oct 1, 2006 1:55:11 GMT -5
Hey again everybody! I've wanted to write this chapter for awhile, to give a clear finish to the festival arc. Hopefully you enjoy it!
And...As always...Please. Please, feedback, please. I don't get much of it.
Thanks again, enjoy!
Roses of the Valley
Chapter Twenty-Two: Dual
Jiao’s mother sat fearfully in the shop, clutching her daughter protectively. The soldiers had guided them there, insisting that they remain until the situation became safe.
Sun sat near her, her calm expression doing well to conceal her worry. She braided Qiu’s hair carefully, the mechanism always succeeding in distracting her from any turmoil, whether it lie outside the body or within the heart.
Her daughter stared towards the door, her heart pounding as she feared the worst.
“Calm down, all of you.” Min muttered as she began pouring cups of tea. Age had honed her eyes, allowing her to understand that which their subtle movements conveyed. She placed a cup near Jiao’s mother, looking towards the doorway.
The young girl stared up at the old woman, hoping for some form of reassurance.
“They won’t lose.” The explanation was simple, Min taking a cup of tea with her as she stepped towards the door.
Jiao smiled, remembering how strong the Demon was. How he always trained and worked hard. He couldn’t lose.
The old woman faced towards the door, her eyes intense as she fended off doubt.
Jung rushed forward, his arm swinging out to intercept the incoming firebender.
Kazuki ducked beneath the attack, flipping as he released a wave of flame towards the Demon. There was no drop in his speed as he touched upon the ground again, resuming his advance upon the general.
Seung lifted his arm, his fist before his face as a stone wall shot up behind the assassin. The flames washed over it harmlessly, dispersing.
Iwao howled as he neared his target, grasping the end of the handle as he waved the mighty hammer.
Stepping in, the Demon lowered his upper body slightly to the right as his arms extended. His left hand grasped the warrior’s shoulder, his right hooking under his pelvis. In one powerful motion he twisted his body, launching Iwao into the stone wall the general had raised.
The graceful assassin whipped his arms out rapidly, streaks of flame leaving scorch marks on the walls as the earthbender evaded each strike.
Seung dodged another burst of flame as he stomped his foot against the ground, his body leaning forward as he raised his arms. A wave of earth lurched forward, rushing down the stone hall.
The firebender jumped to a wall, kicking off of it towards the other. Balancing carefully on top, he smirked at his target.
Iwao growled as he rose up, falling as the wave of earth swept his feet out from under him.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Demon leapt towards the falling opponent. His fist struck firmly between the enemy’s eyes, the warrior’s head slamming into the ground below.
Jung took to his feet, focusing on the leader of the invasion. He felt a tremendous force hit into him from the side, his body tearing through the earth wall beside him.
Iwao grinned, his face bleeding as he took his target off guard. Laughing, he hurried to further the Demon’s punishment.
“Ah, that looks fun…” Kazuki observed as he glanced towards the scene, disappearing from view as he dropped to the opposite side of the wall.
Seung breathed in, motioning his arms and legs carefully as he dismissed the stone hallway. His eyes went wide as he caught sight of the assassin, standing nearby in a firebending stance.
“Fooled you,” Kano’s pupil grinned as he unleashed a deadly stream of flame.
Iwao lashed the hammer out horizontally, howling as he prepared to return the punishment the Demon had subjected him to. His hands faltered slightly as his target kicked back, his foot hitting squarely against the handle to disrupt the flow of the attack.
Jung turned quickly, his fist rocking against his opponent’s jaw. His arms moved with power and speed as he kicked forward, each step delivering another strike.
Growling, the warrior lashed his hammer up, grinning as it hit the Demon’s jaw, knocking him back. He stepped in, launching a second attack.
He gave no opportunity for such, his forearm shield thrusting firmly against the assassin’s hammer.
The two remained in the position, their muscles tense as each tried to overpower the other.
Seung moved back quickly, thin sheets of earth shooting up to protect him as Kazuki continued his assault.
The firebender leapt up, balancing on one of the sheets before launching forward into a spin. His foot passed quickly near the general, fire reaching to grip anything nearby.
He stepped in, ignoring the flames as they licked at the upper part of his robe. His arm reached out over the airborne assassin’s chest, his body spinning as he threw him in the direction of the two warriors.
“Demon!” he screamed out, estimating his fight with Kazuki to result in a stalemate. “Switch!”
Jung turned his body to the right, his shield rising to intercept the incoming hammer as his left fist knocked into Iwao’s jaw. The technique was not meant to defeat, but rather to cause momentary distraction. He brought his left arm in, thrusting it out into the warrior’s chest.
Iwao slid back, growling as he prepared to make another advance upon the Demon. He was given no opportunity for such, the earth spinning beneath him, bringing him to face the glaring general.
Kazuki rolled along the ground, sliding as he studied the scenario. His eyes grew wide as he realized the presence of something behind him, leaping forward to dodge an incoming fist.
The Demon withdrew his fist from the ground, dust trailing off of it as the eyes of the mask locked onto the assassin.
The firebender grinned, finding the development interesting.
Howling, Iwao rushed towards the earthbender.
Chin-Hwa’s eyes widened slightly as he recognized the sound.
Wen Lan squinted slightly, attempting to understand it.
Li Mei and Xiu looked in its direction, uncertain of its source.
At the entrance to the old noble’s estate, Gang grinned. He had heard it many times before.
Jiao’s mother clutched her child in worry, Sun pulling slightly at Qiu’s hair as it startled her.
“Ow,” her daughter protested the sudden tug as she looked towards the old woman. “Grandmother…What is that sound…?”
She smiled, setting the tea down as she stepped out of the shop. Looking skyward, she admired its echo.
“The victory cheer,” she explained softly.
The guards howled loudly, each suspecting that had Gang witnessed the fight, he would have no choice but to compliment them.
The soldiers moved quickly, securing any prisoners they could from the defeated mobs.
Enlai raised his fist, cheering loudly as he nearly lost his balance atop the rhino.
Feng smiled from beneath the cloth concealing his mouth, the battle having exhausted him.
Yakone smirked, folding his arms as the soldiers cheered loudly.
Shui reclaimed his axe, smiling as he looked towards the village safely in the distance.
Bo stood quietly amidst the battlefield, closing his eyes as he hoped silently for the safe passage of those who had fallen. Looking to the sky above, he smiled softly.
The general’s feet remained firm in their stance as his arms moved quickly from one position to another. Sections of earth shot up towards his opponent in rapid succession.
Iwao’s hammer smashed down upon each, yelling loudly as he maintained the powerful motions. Neither side had given ground.
The firebender smirked, darting past the Demon gracefully. Spinning, he delivered a widespread burst of fire.
Jung waved his arm out, fire clinging to the shield as they brushed against one another. His alternate hand shot towards Kazuki’s face.
The assassin’s eyes went wide, evading the advance barely. He kicked back, taking a moment to collect himself. There was something in the Demon’s movements that had taken him off guard. He was given no time to analyze, his opponent already closing in on him.
His arms moved quickly, the intensity of his advance pushing the firebender to a steady retreat.
Kazuki’s eyes narrowed as he realized the situation. In fighting the general for such an extended period of time, he had grown accustomed to his style. Where Seung was more calculating and attempted to maintain some level of distance, the Demon was more inclined to close any gap and overwhelm.
It was not a matter of the Demon being superior. He grinned as he reassured himself, fire trailing his foot as he kicked it towards his attacker’s throat.
Jung’s hand moved quickly, tightly grasping the firebender’s ankle.
The assassin’s eyes grew wide once again.
He turned his body quickly, spinning Kazuki full circle twice before launching him towards a nearby shop.
The firebender crashed into it, the side of the shop caving slightly at the impact. Pain gripped his shoulder as he drew to his feet, glaring hatefully towards the approaching Demon.
Iwao’s rage grew as the battle remained a draw. He rushed forward, howling as he ignored a pillar of earth knocking into his arm.
The earthbender clenched his teeth, the situation catching him off guard. He pressed his foot to the ground, his arm tightening as he raised his palm firmly.
The warrior picked up speed at the motion, the pillar rising just behind him. He grinned as he drew closer, lifting his hammer to strike.
Seung stepped back, his body taking a precise position as to stone walls rose up just before him.
The hammer ripped through the walls, hunks of earth flying out over the village square as he glared. The space behind the walls was empty.
The general burst out of the ground from behind Iwao, landing in another stance as he motioned his arm in a powerful strike. Columns of stone tore up from the earth below, advancing rapidly towards his opponent.
The warrior lashed his hammer out against the attack, growling at the stubborn target. He rushed alongside the columns, his grip over his weapon tightening as he drew closer. One of the pillars slid out, slamming into his side. Scrambling to his feet, he glared angrily at the earthbender.
He pressed his foot against the ground, a boulder rising up before him. His stance widened as he pressed his fist against it, launching it towards the determined assassin.
Iwao kept his ground, the hammer lashing out and deflecting the approaching stone. The weapon maintained its rhythm, its constant motion knocking each attack off course.
Kazuki darted from side to side, evading each of the Demon’s attacks. His eyes narrowed as he thrust his palm towards his opponent’s side, the heat increasing as he prepared to firebend.
Jung tightened his fist, swinging his arm up towards the assassin’s face.
His firebending disrupted, he kicked back in attempt to dodge the attack. The shield brushed over the front of his robes, barely missing as he landed on his back. He clenched his teeth.
Kazuki fought desperately to determine the reason for the Demon’s apparent advantage. The warrior was a savage, a brutish offspring of the wild mountains. One that Kano had proved vulnerable, one that bled before him now. He was a respected firebender, the first and only pupil of the notorious admiral Kano. The scenario before him was impossible to fathom.
He glared with rage as he attempted to decipher it. Rising to his feet, he launched forward. His hands whipped out desperately as he unleashed a series of fire bursts.
The Demon met each head on, his shields lashing out quickly to intercept the incoming flames. Rushing forward, he planted his fist firmly against Kazuki’s stomach.
The firebender reeled back, landing firmly against the ground. He gasped for air, the blow having knocked the wind out of him. Sitting up, he smirked slightly as he had an idea.
“Iwao!” he screamed out. “Boulder!”
The warrior narrowed his eyes, aiming carefully as he slammed the head of the hammer into an incoming hunk of earth. He grinned as he watched it sail towards the Demon’s back.
“Demon!” Seung yelled as he smashed his foot against the ground, a fast disturbance tearing across the earth towards the fight.
Jung turned quickly, his legs spreading as he took a strong stance. He caught the boulder as it landed against him, nearly taking him off his feet.
The assassin grinned wildly at the opportunity; his arm whipping out as a streak of fire tore over the Demon’s back, burning over one of his scars. He dove back as a thin pillar of earth stabbed towards him.
He fell to his knees in pain, dropping the boulder as he attempted to regain himself.
Iwao laughed, his hammer hitting into the side of one of the scattered hunks of rock, launching it towards the Demon.
Jung turned slowly to face Kazuki, the eyes beneath the mask glaring.
The general’s eyes grew wide as he readied his stance, suspecting he was too late.
The firebender smirked.
“And you’re certain it’s safe now?” Sun eyed her mother suspiciously as they walked.
“Of course! You heard them cheering. We won!” The old pain grinned as they approached the square, wanting to make sure the village had not sustained damage in the invasion.
“Did the Demon scare them all away?” Jiao looked up towards Min excitedly.
“Yup, told them all to leave, so they ran away crying!” she winked.
Jiao’s mother laughed, holding the little girl’s hand.
“Why is there a crowd…?” Sun’s eyes narrowed slightly as she studied the huddled figures before her at the edge of the village square.
“What’s all this about?” Min raised an eyebrow. She forced her way through the mob, peering out towards what the fuss had been about.
The villagers remained in the safety of the alleys, the square a raging battle.
Sun brought a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide with horror.
“Cover that girl’s eyes,” Min commanded, shaking as she observed the scene.
Jiao’s mother motioned her hand obediently, her daughter protesting loudly.
The citizens of Bai-Jing stared in horror as the boulder slammed hard into the wounded Demon’s face.
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Post by Funk Oni on Oct 1, 2006 1:58:31 GMT -5
Iwao laughed, his celebration interrupted as a column of earth shot out of the ground into his side, launching him through the closed doors of a nearby shop.
“You see,” Kazuki stood over the body, approaching it slowly. He smiled pleasantly at the sight of blood coursing down from the Demon’s face, over his throat. “I enact the will of dear teacher Kano…Any order he issues, I will carry out.
Seung yelled out, his stance tight as he punched forward, a section of earth sliding towards the assassin.
The firebender sidestepped it carelessly, his victory having filled him with a new confidence. He laughed heartily as he made his graceful approach.
The general continued launching the attacks, furious at his own failure. Furious that some aspect of his earthbending had been used against an ally.
“I heard the Demon was powerful,” he started as he evaded another attack. “I heard the Demon could not be killed.”
Seung continued his assault, his anger pushing his moves to become more erratic.
“The Demon of War,” he smirked. “The Demon who protects the Kun valley.”
The earthbender slowed his attacks, his eyes going wide.
Kazuki grinned wildly, savoring the expression of horror.
“I killed your demon.”
“My name…”
The firebender’s eyes grew wide. He turned quickly, lifting his hands to intercept the attacker.
“Is Jung!” He screamed it loudly, his fist slamming hard into the assassin’s face.
He stumbled along the ground, the force of the blow having fractured his jaw. He fought hard to regain his senses, barely able to make out the image of the Demon as he closed in for another strike.
“Enemy to those who breathe war!” His fist shot up into the assassin’s throat, forcing him into the air for a moment.
“Protector of peace!” He brought his fists together, slamming them over the firebender’s head.
He fell back slightly, growing dizzy from the intensity of the attacks.
Seung positioned himself carefully, lifting his hands as a thick slab of rock shot up behind Kazuki.
He froze, feeling the hard surface behind him. Blood sputtered from his mouth as he pleaded indecipherably for mercy.
Jung brought his arm forward for a final attack, his fist slamming against the enemy’s chest as he drove him through the stone wall.
The firebender was unconscious before he hit the ground, bits of earth raining down over his body.
The warrior stood over him, the lower half of the mask’s mouth shattered completely. The rest of the mask stood firm, cracks lining it from the strong impact of the boulder. One of his scars had opened up beneath the mask, blood trailing the visible section of his face and dripping softly down his throat.
“Guardian of the valley,” he glared down at the assassin, his fists still tight.
Iwao’s hammer tore through the front of the shop, the warrior searching quickly for his enemies.
The earthbender turned quickly, his muscles straining as he aimed the technique carefully.
A stone pillar shot out of the ground, launching into the assassin’s spine. Lurching forward, a second pillar rose to send him skyward.
“Jung!” he yelled as he turned, his arms moving quickly.
The warrior kicked forward, his legs lifting slightly as a chunk of earth tore out of the ground, launching him towards the airborne Iwao.
The vicious warrior’s eyes grew wide; staring at the cracked mask flew closer. He opened his mouth to scream, stifled by two fists slamming hard into his face.
Jung brought the assassin to the ground firmly, dust rising around them as they landed. Standing slowly, he looked out over the battlefield.
The Earth Kingdom general moved quickly, the earth enveloping Kazuki and Iwao, leaving only their heads to touch the air. They had proven dangerous enough to merit no other treatment.
He breathed out a sigh of relief, smiling as he reassured himself that the enemy had been dealt with.
The conflict having passed, the villagers let loose a thunderous cheer, rushing excitedly towards their heroes.
The two stared as the villagers surrounded them, thanking and complimenting excitedly.
“Is the Demon okay?” Jiao tugged at her mother’s robe, unable to see over the crowd.
“He’s fine, dearest,” she cried happily as she lifted her daughter, relieved that the crisis had passed.
“Idiot,” Min grumbled as she stood on the outskirts of the crowd, her arms folded.
“Hmm?” Sun glanced towards her mother, standing to her side.
“Going and getting himself hurt! How’s he supposed to get ingredients if he’s busy healing?!” She complained loudly.
She smiled softly, looking towards their protector and hero. Quietly, she observed the true nature of Min’s protest.
“You’re just glad he’s alright.”
“…Hmph,” the old pain grunted, walking away.
“Where are you going?”
“If they’re that wounded, they’re gonna need good tea,” she stared forward, her pace calm.
“I will help you,” her daughter smiled softly as she took a step in the direction of the shop.
“I said good tea!” Min snapped back at her before resuming her walk.
Sun narrowed her eyes, thinking silent venomous thoughts as she turned back towards the celebration.
Seung looked out over the crowd as the citizen’s gave their words of thanks, spotting Jung. He smiled, bowing deeply to silently convey his sincere gratitude for his aid in protecting the village.
The warrior bowed with equal depth, grateful to the general for the same.
The stone wall Seung had brought up to protect the village lowered slowly, the guards and soldiers entering proudly. The Gouishi riders entered behind them atop their rhinos, prisoners tied to their tails.
Xiu remained near her lady as they approached the market square, Wen Lan insisting that she would be fine without support.
She maintained an expression of calm, concealing any hint of the stinging pain the wound delivered. Her pace remained steady, slightly slower than usual. Li Mei had treated and bandaged the cut remarkably.
The young girl smiled as she remained at Wen Lan’s side, the distant presence of her traveling companions preventing any notion of worry or fear. She soaked in the warmth of her journey’s end, bathing in the relief at her friend’s safety.
Chin-Hwa smiled as he witnessed the village square, bustling with life as they celebrated their victory over the invaders.
At the center of the commotion stood the general and the warrior, each bowing and thanking those who paid compliment and gratitude.
Wen Lan stopped as she caught sight of him, smiling softly. Her eyes grew warm as tears came to her, overwhelmed in the relief she felt for Jung’s safety.
“Ah, why is big sister Wen crying…?” Li Mei whispered to Xiu worriedly.
“She’s just glad her boyfriend’s alright,” the young servant grinned as she teased.
“You have a boyfriend?!” the girl’s eyes lit up, the information inspiring countless questions.
“Xiu!” the noble blushed.
She laughed, resting her hands on her hips as she stood. Her smile dropped as she noticed the general standing near the Demon, his robe partially torn and burned.
Seung caught sight of her, admiring her beauty as she wore the festival robes. Blushing faintly, he bowed his head slightly.
Her face took on a deep shade of red, ducking behind the old noble.
Chin-Hwa stepped calmly to the side, giving Xiu no quarter. Every time she drew near, he distanced himself once again. He laughed as she scolded him, pounding her fists lightly against his shoulder.
“Lady Wen Lan!” Gang bellowed as he hurried down the street.
“Gang!” the young noble smiled, waving her hand towards him. His safety had shed the last layer of worry the attack had weighed her down with.
He grinned, relieved that his lady was alright. As he pushed his way through the crowd, citizens stared in shock. Stepping out of the crowd, he grinned with satisfaction at their victory.
Li Mei laughed, happy to discover that the months spent in Bai-Jing had done nothing to tame the old guard.
Xiu groaned, resting her face in her palm as the old fool approached.
“Gang…” the young noble started, her eyebrow rising at his attire.
The fight with Hitoshi had done well to test his new clothing, the upper section of the robe completely gone, patches of the lower burnt away. His grin was indomitable, his arms folding.
“What did you do!?” Chin-Hwa yelled, eyes wide at the status of the clothing. He had invested a fair amount of money into the robe’s creation, respecting Gang’s preference in color and durability.
“Hey, this robe turned out to be pretty good!”
“You destroyed it!”
“Nah, there’re parts left,” he glanced down at it, pointing towards a section of fabric that seemed unscathed.
The old noble sighed, some part of him relieved at his safe return. He turned his attention to the sound of approaching footsteps from behind.
Gang’s face took on a quality of surprise, having never suspected to see the figure again.
Xiu turned quickly upon seeing the old guard’s face, her mouth opening slightly as the face registered with her instantly.
The girl smiled, taking Wen Lan’s hand softly. She motioned her head towards her traveling companions.
The young noble turned her head slowly, her eyes going wide as she recognized him.
Yakone stood with a look of apathy, gripping the reins of the two ostrich horses. To his side stood an Earth Kingdom soldiers to ensure the three had not arrived with hostile intentions.
Shui glanced to the soldier beside him, his arms folding as they came to a stop.
He stopped before her, the journey having weighed his aged body with further scars and marks. He smiled tenderly as a distant memory traced over him gently.
“As always, I am grateful for your hospitality. I have come to thoroughly enjoy business with you, lord Gui,” he bowed respectfully as they entered the garden.
“Hmm,” Bo nodded in agreement as he stood to the opposite side of the noble.
“Please lord Chao, there is no need for such formality. Your business is honorable, and will always be welcome here,” he bowed in thanks for his compliment, smiling.
“Ah yes, forgive me. As I grow older, I have a habit of forgetting to abandon my manners in the presence of friends.”
“There is no need for apology, such is an obvious mark of your grace and honor,” Gui noted as he stepped towards the garden. He smiled as two young girls played in the distance.
“Such kind words,” Chao laughed.
“Girls!” He called out to his daughter and her friend, stepping to the side to properly introduce his two friends.
“Papa!” the young girl called out as she hurried to his arms, embracing him. Her young friend followed behind, slightly younger but with just as much energy.
“Have you been behaving?” he embraced her, standing back up as he smiled towards them.
The girls giggled and nodded.
“I would like to introduce you to two close friends of mine. Lord Bo and lord Chao,” he bowed towards them as he motioned a hand.
The two nobles bowed politely towards the small girl.
The little girl put her hands to her side, bowing like she had been taught.
“And what do we say?” Gui said with soft pride.
“Thank you for visiting us,” she recited proudly. “I am very honored to meet you.”
The girl behind her bowed also, supposing that formality was not so bad if her friend was willing to engage in it.
“That’s my girl,” he laughed gently.
“Young lady,” lord Chao smiled as he took a knee, lifting his fingers. “Did you know that lord Bo and I tame wild fire butterflies?”
“What’s a wild fire butterfly?” the girl behind her blinked curiously, Gui’s daughter staring inquisitively.
He rose to his feet, nodding towards Bo as he lifted his palms.
The two moved their hands gently, small slivers of flame appearing before them. Each took the simple outline of a butterfly, beating their burning wings softly before fading into the air.
The two girls stared in wonder, captivated entirely by the display.
Bo motioned his palm forward a bit more, one of the flames flying slowly above their reach towards the garden.
They laughed as they chased it, their hands reaching as they attempted to capture the wondrous creature.
Gui chuckled, bowing towards the two. “My thanks.”
“It is my honor,” Chao smiled softly. “My son is far too old to enjoy such tricks.”
Bo’s hands moved steadily as he maintained the motion, smiling as he watched them play.
“She has grown,” the old noble observed.
“You have been away on business for far too long, my friends.”
“She seems very healthy, and already knows the basics of etiquette at such a young age.”
“I grow prouder of her with each day,” Gui watched the two girls play, laughing happily.
“…Gui,” Chao looked towards him. “I apologize, for being away so long. I was devastated to learn of your wife…”
“Please,” he raised a hand. “Too many apologies and words of sympathy have been offered. I miss her each day, and appreciate the sincerity of those who I know cared for her. It is enough to understand that you are among them.”
The old noble nodded, looking back out towards the two girls. “…I would feel guilty, to let time pass in such a way again. From here on I make you this promise; I will remain close, keep in touch with those I care for. And watch the seeds of our future grow into vibrant trees,” he smiled towards the girls.
Bo’s hands returned to his side, the girls staring towards the sky as they searched for the missing butterfly. He bowed towards Gui, consenting to the very same promise.
The noble returned the bow, joining the others as they watched the girls play.
“I am grateful to know that she will have the guidance of men so wise.”
Wen Lan laughed as she and Xiu continued to search for the creature.
He had watched her grow.
He had watched pain grip the hearts of everyone who cared for her, felt tightness in his chest at the news of her father passing.
He had smiled with pride as she took on the family business, allowing no falter in that which her family had built.
He had watched this little girl, who laughed and searched for wild fire butterflies in the sky, grow into a powerful woman who had courage enough to risk everything.
He watched her now as she stood before him, an exile who had made her way safely to Bai-Jing, her kindness and ideals brought others to care for her as he and Chao had.
Tears came to his eyes as he realized how strongly she resembled her parents, in body and spirit.
Her hand gripped her mouth, her body shuddering as tears fell uncontrollably. She rushed forward, the pain causing her to falter slightly as she embraced him. The weight of sadness his rumored death had burdened her with lifted, overwhelming her as she sobbed happily.
He laughed, crying as he held her close. Falling to his knees, he held her close.
In the distance the soldiers and warriors celebrated, the villagers cheering, singing to the night.
The soft lights of the festival danced over them.
The battle had ended.
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Post by Funk Oni on Oct 11, 2006 16:01:41 GMT -5
Hey everybody! Sorry it took me awhile to get the next update out, a buddy of mine asked me to help him with Con Safety at MangaNext, last weekend.
Crazy stuff happened. Good times. Anyway; here's the next chapter.
Please comment. Please.
Enjoy!
Roses of the Valley
Chapter Twenty-Three: Repairs
“There are many fractures in it, but only the bottommost section has broken off.” Wen Lan washed the cloth carefully over his chin, her eyes carrying the tender worry of stinging an open wound.
The young waterbender had treated both their wounds, insisting that he could easily repair any damage done to the warrior’s face. Jung had politely refused the offer.
They sat in one of the guest quarters, the young noble understanding that he would not be comfortable revealing his face in public. There he could feel more at ease, permitting her to treat the apparent wound beneath the cracked mask.
“It has always been durable.” He smiled gently as her finger traced his chin, inspecting to see if any of the dried blood had escaped her reach.
She blushed softly as she watched his mouth, the scene foreign to her. She had seen Jung without his mask in the past, cherished his smile and taken solace in it. Yet this was the first time that she had gazed upon it while he still had the mask on.
“I can see your smile,” she rested the edge of her palm against his chin, smiling as she admired it.
Warmth grew beneath the mask. He brought his hands up slowly, untying the cloths that bound it to him. Setting it aside, he looked towards Wen Lan as her face took on a pained expression.
The boulder had opened the scar lining the bridge of his nose, its blood pressing against the mask to leave a thin red coat over his face. His expression was calm, evidence that the cut brought him no distress.
Wringing out the cloth, she drew closer as she touched it against his cheek. Her eyes focused attentively upon each feature as she cleaned it, making every effort not to touch against the open mark over the nose.
His cheeks flushed slightly, the shade indiscernible from the blood. He watched her eyes as she paid careful attention to the area nearest the cut.
There was some level of pride in completing the task, the young noble smiling as she glanced up. Her eyes locked upon his, her face growing red as she blushed.
The warrior smiled as his hand lifted, tracing it tenderly over her cheek.
Wen Lan rested against it, enjoying his touch as her hand glided softly over the back of his.
There was stillness between them, the room filled only with the sound of their heartbeats. Jung broke it as he leaned forward slowly, almost involuntarily.
She felt her heart pound within her chest as she drew closer, her eyes closing as her lips touched softly against his.
The two pressed together gently, embracing as they felt gentle pleasure in one another’s touch.
The young noble withdrew her lips from his slowly, smiling as she brought her head to his chest. Resting against him, she delivered a joyous sigh.
His expression was one of indomitable joy, his arms wrapping around her carefully as he felt her hair trace over his skin.
“Lady Wen Lan!” Xiu slid the door open, seeing only the warrior’s back.
“Xiu!” Her face grew almost scarlet as she sat up, peering out from over Jung’s shoulder.
“Gang’s out in the garden pouting, can’t figure out why. Can you cheer him up?”
“O…Of course!” she stood quickly, bowing towards Xiu in gratitude for the information.
The young servant bowed politely, motioning to close the door. She paused, leaning her head back in.
“Almost forgot. Jung, the old man would like you to meet up with him.”
He bowed his head slowly, facing away from her.
“Enjoy your make-out session,” her eyebrows quirked up and down as she grinned, closing the door behind her.
“Xiu!” the young noble’s face grew redder as she waved the cloth at her, hearing her laugh as she made her way down the hallway. Composing herself, she watched as Jung rose to his feet.
“I will go to meet with Chin-Hwa,” he explained as he washed the blood off of the interior of the mask.
She smiled, nodding her head. “I will ensure that Gang is alright.”
He tied the mask over his head carefully, stepping towards her. His arms draped over her shoulders, drawing her close as he held her.
The young noble embraced him gently, resting against him as she soaked in the moment. They walked alongside one another as they exited the guest room, making their way down the hallway.
She glanced up towards him, observing the tender smile the break in the mask had revealed. Blushing faintly, she smiled to herself as she walked beside the one she loved.
The citizens of Bai-Jing were jubilant at their victory over Kazuki’s strike, their enthusiasm empowering them to repair and rebuild the sections of the village directly damaged by the fighting.
Gang had a different training in mind for the guards that day, dispatching them to aid in the repairs of the village.
The earthbenders moved carefully as they settled the evidence of Seung’s earthbending against Kazuki back into the ground. The firebenders aided in more manual labor, helping to repair that which Jung had damaged in his battle against the Yu Yan archers.
The old guard sat at the edge of the garden, staring forward. There was a weight to his frame that conveyed sadness. The wind blew gently, guiding the contents of his left hand to twitch against his palm. His eye narrowed as he gripped it tighter, glaring down towards the remains of what had been his ponytail.
“Are you alright…?” Li Mei stepped towards him, having finished treating the wounds of the soldiers.
He turned to face her, forcing a grin as he nodded. “Fine!”
The girl walked towards him, kneeling as she looked out towards what had once been a tranquil garden.
“Was there a fight here also?!” her eyes went wide as she looked out over the scorch marks and shifts in the ground from earthbending.
“Nah,” he chuckled. “That’s from trainin’.”
“Wow,” she blinked as she continued surveying that which lay before them. It was easy to guess that the training had been intense. She turned towards him, catching sight of the ponytail as he mourned it.
“What happened…?” she looked up at him.
“That guy, Hitoshi. Cut it off while I was fighting ‘im,” the old guard grunted.
“Ah.” It was all she could think to offer, Gang’s untypical manner inspiring an awkward quiet.
“Was it…” she searched for words, preferring even forced conversation to the silence. “Important?”
“Nah,” he tossed it over his shoulder, folding his arms. “Just old.”
Wen Lan slowed to a stop as she neared the garden, her hands folded in front of her as she watched the exchange.
“How old was it?”
He delayed his response, the admission carrying the potential to reveal a softness he had blamed on old age.
“Started growing it when lady Wen Lan was born,” he stared forward.
“Why is that?” It was true that Li Mei was young, but in all her experience she had never heard of one growing hair in celebration of a birth.
There was another pause before his explanation.
“I was concerned with making sure lord Gui’s child was safe. Didn’t have time to keep it trimmed, forgot about it for a bit. Then,” the corner of his mouth lifted into a slight smile as he remembered. “When she was a baby, lady Wen Lan would tug at it and giggle. So I grew it out,” he shrugged, hoping the maneuver would disguise the thought as trivial.
The young noble smiled softly as she recalled the memory, appreciating the sentiment.
“So it was important,” Li Mei trailed off, embarrassed that she had questioned the matter so thoroughly.
“Maybe,” he grunted.
“It still is,” Wen Lan stepped out of the hallway towards her oldest friend and protector.
Slightly startled, he looked up towards her as Li Mei watched.
She knelt beside him, picking up the ponytail. She held it tenderly, smiling as she looked to the old guard.
“It was very sweet of you to have grown this, Gang. But while you mourn its loss, I cherish it. It is a product of your kindness, something I have always been grateful for.”
He smiled slightly, the expression warming into his typical grin.
Li Mei admired her friend’s ability to encourage, knowing the old guard would be more than inspired by such words.
“Thank you, lady Wen Lan.” He bowed his head towards her reverently.
“Thank you,” she returned the bow. “For your courage and strength.”
“Alright then!” he exclaimed as he tore his hat off. “Let’s start from scratch!” he yelled out as he lifted his hands to his head.
The two girls stared wide-eyed. Wen Lan lifted a hand in attempt to stop him, slight burn marks decorating his scalp as his singed hair fell to the ground. All that remained was his facial hair.
“Gang!” Li Mei yelled, staring at the burns.
“S’aright, I’ll just get that waterbender kid to fix me up! Where is he?” He rose to his feet, making his way towards the entrance of the estate.
The two stared as he walked away, Li Mei sighing.
“He has regained his enthusiasm, at the very least,” Wen Lan smiled as she watched her old friend walk away, glad that his spirit had been revitalized.
The girl laughed, realizing his actions to be standard for the old guard. She looked up towards her friend with a sly grin.
“Big sister Wen…”
“Hmm?”
“Now that Gang isn’t around…Tell me all about him!”
“Gang?” she blinked, confused by the inquiry.
“No, silly! Your boyfriend!” Her eyes filled with an intense interest, wanting to know every possible detail.
The young noble’s cheeks grew red, her eyes widening as she glanced aside. “Li Mei!”
“C’mon!” Li Mei grasped her hand, laughing. “Tell me everything!”
The two walked down the hallway, Wen Lan blushing and responding shyly as her young friend peppered her with questions.
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Post by Funk Oni on Oct 11, 2006 16:02:18 GMT -5
The two old men sat across from one another, the Pai Sho board dividing them.
Chin-Hwa was a man gifted in rhetoric, his words capable of conveying great beauty, invoking sudden change or even defeating the most confident opponent. He possessed no skill in combat, no finesse with blade or body.
Bo had never found much use in speech. He had learned early in his career as a noble that using too many words is a considerable mark of ignorance. This notion had brought him to rely on them less and less, his actions and movements conveying anything he could hope to communicate.
In this respect the two were opposites, their advantages standing as barriers.
Yet the Pai Sho board between them cured this. Each move conveyed an alignment towards a particular strategy. Each strategy spoke volumes of their outlooks and preferences.
In the hands of a novice, the tiles would communicate nothing. Yet each held years of experience and understanding, both allowing them to evaluate one another completely.
Chin-Hwa smiled as Bo set down the lotus tile, understanding the implications of the move. The action implied a tactic of diversion, indicating that Bo was more inclined to disable an offense rather than forcefully attack it. The time he had taken to execute the move was proof of his willingness to intercept any advance only after it had proved a genuine threat.
Bo grinned, understanding Chin-Hwa’s next move to convey that though his strategy had been seen through he would rather adapt and move to the side than take a single step back.
The two had already come to respect one another greatly.
It was the most boring spectacle of Xiu’s life. She sat near the door, her thoughts screaming the inquiry of why old men were so fascinated by a bunch of tiles on a wooden board.
“Lord Chin-Hwa,” Jung slid open the panel, stepping in carefully. “You summoned me?”
“Ah, Jung,” he smiled as he nodded towards the warrior. “I am glad to see your wounds have healed.”
“I thank you for your concern,” he bowed.
“Please, sit down.” He motioned a hand to the side of the Pai Sho board, his attention turning back towards the game.
He sat carefully, looking quietly over the game. The pieces were arranged in such a way that he could not understand either player’s strategy.
“I thank you for coming to see me. You see, I had the good fortune of coming into possession of something of great value, recently,” he began his explanation as he stroked his beard, studying the board carefully.
Jung turned his attention towards the old noble, paying attention.
“A small relic rumored to have belonged to Avatar Kyoshi.”
Bo’s gaze glanced up towards Chin-Hwa, impressed by the feat.
Xiu remained thoroughly bored, not really caring for the history of some antique.
“I feel that those of wealth have the terrible habit of purchasing something for the sole purpose of ownership, with no intention of using or appreciating the item in question. I acquired the relic for the sole purpose of guarding it from this fate.”
The old firebender looked back down to the board, agreeing with the sentiment entirely.
“Xiu, would you be so kind as to bring me the item? It is in my bedroom, the wrapping is marked ‘Kyoshi’.” He bowed his head towards her politely as he requested the favor.
She stood quickly, more than willing to break free of the boredom that was the Pai Sho game, even if only temporarily.
“I intend to return the relic to its proper place, Kyoshi Island. There it will be appreciated and admired, rather than a decoration for some noble.”
Jung nodded in understanding, respecting the notion.
“There are many I trust. But should rumor spread of the transport of this item, I fear there would be many who seek to seize it for personal gain. So I must enlist the aid of someone that I both trust and believe will be able to ward off any potential threat.”
The warrior understood the direction of Chin-Hwa’s thoughts, already considering the question to come.
“Would you be so kind as to see to the delivery of this item?”
He had not left the valley in years, and had even less incentive to do so after the attack on Bai-Jing. The counter to this thought was the validity of Chin-Hwa’s argument; nothing deserved to be the decoration of pompous aristocrats, nor the crown jewel of a greedy merchant’s selection.
There was also the desire to be near Wen Lan, something that had become even stronger within him as the two continued spending time together.
“Here,” Xiu entered the room again, disappointed that she was returning to more of the Pai Sho game. She handed the relic to Chin-Hwa, taking her place near the door once again.
“My thanks,” he nodded his head, unwrapping it carefully. Tenderly, he presented the item to both Bo and Jung.
It rested softly atop the cloth wrapping, its colors faded slightly from both time and sunlight. It was mainly wooden, thin cloth wrapped carefully around it.
The doll was simple, looking similar to the sort little girls carried with them in the village as they trod cautiously beside their parents. It was slightly tattered, revealing that it had encountered much in its travels.
Inscribed on the bottom of its foot was the name of a little girl who treasured it. The same little girl who would grow to ensure balance between the mortal and spirit world.
As he looked upon the doll Jung felt a sense of innocence emanating from it. A sort of purity that is meant to be guarded carefully, to be cherished for as long as is possible.
He continued looking it over, the sound of Jiao crying at her separation from her mother tracing over his memory.
It deserved to return to its home.
Jung nodded his head slowly in affirmation. He would ensure the relic’s safety.
“I thank you for your aid in this,” he nodded. “I will have supplies readied so that you may leave whenever you wish.”
“Tomorrow,” he answered. It would take time for Kano to receive word of Kazuki’s defeat. If he chose to launch another assault on the valley, he would need further time to prepare. He would use this window of opportunity to fulfill the task, returning to Bai-Jing as quickly as possible to ensure its safety.
“Tomorrow, then.” Chin-Hwa bowed his head respectfully towards the warrior, studying the board once again.
“Lord Chin-Hwa,” a servant slid the panel leading to the hallway slowly, bowing as she interrupted the discussion.
“Yes?” he moved one of the tiles cautiously, looking towards her.
“You have a visitor, my lord. General Seung of the Earth Kingdom army.”
Xiu blushed at the mention of the general’s presence, eyes going wide as she froze in place.
“Ah,” he bowed his head towards her. “My thanks. Please tell him I shall arrive shortly.” He stood, bowing towards Jung and Bo. “Lord Bo, I hope you will excuse me from this game, I must attend to this business.”
“Hmm.” Bo rose, returning the bow with a pleasant smile. The opponent was challenging, the game in itself bringing him more fulfillment than the outcome.
Chin-Hwa slowed as he neared the hallway, his gaze falling down towards Xiu as he neared her. He slowed to a halt, grinning as an idea came to him.
“Xiu,” he started, “I have the sudden suspicion that I will require your skillful aid in my conversation with the general tonight. I ask that you please join us.” He grinned as he said it, fully aware of the reaction his words would incite.
She stared up at him with wide eyes, her blushing face tensing with hostile rage as she resisted the urge to punch the old man.
“Why of course, lord Chin-Hwa!” She nearly hissed each word, wanting to maintain civility in front of Lord Bo. She stood slowly, her body stiff with anger as she remained to his side.
“I am so fortunate, having someone such as you by my side.” The old noble complimented her as he made his way towards the main hall.
Jung remained behind them, making his way towards the garden with the hope of finding Wen Lan.
The three entered the main hall, Seung kneeling politely as he awaited Chin-Hwa’s arrival.
“General Seung, I am grateful for your visit. It provides me the opportunity to congratulate you on your victory in the Fire Nation’s assault,” he bowed towards his old friend.
“Lord Chin-Hwa,” he bowed in thanks. “I thank you for your words, but am more relieved in the safety of the village and those who reside within it.” As he finished the sentence he caught sight of Xiu, his cheeks taking on a sudden redness. He regretted not being able to spend the festival with her.
She blushed, wishing they could have spent at least some portion of the evening walking beside one another.
“I trust that the clearing of the valley goes smoothly?”
“The repairs within the village are nearly complete, we were fortunate in having the aid of so many volunteers. The clearing of the valley surrounding the village is nearly halfway done. Lord Bo,” he turned his attention towards the exile, the mention of the valley itself reminding him of the firebender’s actions. “I thank you for your role in protecting the other end of the village.”
“Hmm,” he bowed politely, impressed by the general’s eloquence.
“One issue remains,” the earthbender rose back up to his knees, his hands planted on his thighs.
“That being?” Chin-Hwa stroked his beard calmly, hoping that nothing drastic had occurred.
“…Following our encounter with the Fire Nation, Jung reported being targeted by three Yu Yan archers. We have only located one.”
“Do you believe them to be a threat?”
“No. That which Jung has described to us has made it clear that if they have escaped, they are wounded enough that they will be unable to mount any attack. Further…” he trailed off, fearing the next statement would cause alarm.
“Hmm?” Bo waited quietly for the rest of the statement.
“…The masked figure that lady Wen Lan reported…We have been unable to locate her. It has been assumed that she’s taken flight with the two archers.” He clenched his teeth slightly, convinced that he had somehow failed.
There was a quiet pause, Xiu lifting her hand to her mouth as she feared the threat the blade dancer represented.
“This village stood against the Fire Nation and waves of mercenaries. I will invest the same faith in you and your soldiers that I always have, and take no fear from that which you have told me.” Chin-Hwa nodded his head reassuringly.
“I thank you for that,” the general bowed again, rising to his feet. “Tomorrow I will leave Bai-Jing to report that which occurred to the other generals. It is my hope that this incident will bring them to recognize the threat admiral Kano represents and provide additional resources.”
“I wish you luck in this,” Chin-Hwa bowed. A sudden idea came to him, his smile lifting into a grin.
“My thanks,” he returned the bow, preparing to leave. His old friend’s voice rang out behind him.
“Seung, I suspect the journey will be somewhat long. Might I offer you Xiu’s services? I suspect the aid of such a skilled servant would be of great benefit to you and your soldiers.”
Xiu’s eyes went wide, her face taking on a deep shade of red as stared at the old man.
Bo nodded, agreeing fully with the statement. He had no perception of Chin-Hwa’s mischievous intentions.
The general turned slowly, his expression slightly nervous as his cheeks flushed. An affirmative to the request would be far too forward. Yet he felt that dismissing it would be perhaps insulting.
“In fact, I believe Xiu would be happy to help you in your expedition. Right, Xiu?” He grinned as he looked back towards her.
“Of course, lord Chin-Hwa.” She spoke each word through clenched teeth, fending off every enraged urge as they crossed her mind.
“I’m not sure it would be proper,” Seung began.
“Ah, I suggest the opposite. This would be a token of my appreciation to you and your soldiers for the aid you have provided this village!” he beamed, fully aware of his actions. “I have found over the years that women have a certain touch with things that men lack. Xiu will be of advantage to you.”
“I…” his face grew redder as he glanced towards her.
She blushed nervously, attempting to remain hidden behind Bo.
He could not help but admire her beauty, smiling gently as he watched her. He bowed towards the old noble, his face burning as he quarreled with whether or not his decision was the right one.
“I would sincerely appreciate lady Xiu’s company.”
“Excellent,” Chin-Hwa smiled.
She could feel her heart nearly beating out of her chest, her face growing redder as she remained behind Bo.
The old firebender glanced back towards her, suddenly realizing the situation. He smirked slightly.
“We will leave in two days time. Will that be enough…?” he looked towards the girl, hoping he was not imposing.
She fumbled for words, opening her mouth with the hope that some magnificent sentence would leap out.
“More than enough, she will meet you by the village entrance.” The old noble saved the girl the trouble, smiling as he bowed towards the general. “I wish you safe travel.”
“I thank you for your kindness,” Seung bowed again, turning to leave.
She watched as he walked away, still blushing. Her face grew warmer as he looked back towards her, smiling nervously.
“That went very well!” Chin-Hwa mused as he looked towards her. He was answered with glaring eyes, her stare seemingly deadly.
“You’ll pay for this,” she leaned up towards him, clenching her fists as she whispered the threat. She turned quickly, storming towards her room in attempt to pack whatever she could possibly need for the journey.
“Hmm,” Bo smirked as he glanced towards the Earth Kingdom noble.
“Yes, it is typically that entertaining,” he smiled.
“Please hand me that board” Feng lowered his upper body, hanging upside down as his legs hooked over a rafter. His wounds had been healed by Yakone, his work in the village fueled by his desire to do that which he felt was honorable.
Shui handed him the plank quietly, other villagers working around them to repair any damages left by the battle.
“There,” the rider observed as he hammered the final nail into place.
“Good,” the firebender stepped back, folding his arms as he looked up towards the patch job. It appeared noticeable, but sturdy.
Feng dropped from the rafter, landing carefully. He studied the patch, nodding as he decided it needed no further work.
“Where to now?” Shui lifted some of the tools, walking away from the damaged building.
“That is the last of the tasks we were assigned. I advise we meet with Enlai and your partner to see if they require any aid.”
“What are they taking care of?” he walked towards the village market, curious as to what the commotion was.
“They said they would be taking care of collecting supplies.”
“Supplies for what?”
“I am not sure,” he admitted as they turned the corner.
The two narrowed their eyes as they observed the spectacle.
“Fire Nation souvenirs for sale!” Enlai called out, Yakone sitting lazily beside him pointing towards items and explaining their nature as numerous customers hounded the group. Gang sat beside Yakone, his arms folded as he guarded a pile of Fire Nation gear.
“This one has blood in it,” an overweight noble asked arrogantly. “I demand a discount.”
“Hey, do we charge more for blood or less?” Enlai turned towards Yakone. The waterbender glanced towards Gang with a shrug.
“More!” the now bald guard slammed his fist against the ground. “Means they went down with a fight!”
“I see!” the old noble nodded as if he had completely understood the importance of the blood. He gladly handed over his coins, walking away proudly with the helmet in tow.
“This is in poor taste,” Feng pushed his way through the crowd, glaring down towards the three with disapproval.
“I thought you said you were collecting supplies,” Shui glared towards Yakone.
“We are,” the waterbender grinned as he took some coins, handing off a Fire Nation spear. “We’re collecting Fire Nation stuff, selling it, and then usin’ the money to get the supplies.”
“What ‘supplies’?” Feng folded his arms, suspicious of their intentions.
“Food,” Enlai answered.
“Night on the town with the ladies,” Yakone winked towards a girl as he handed her a Fire Nation dagger. He smirked as she blushed and giggled.
“Sake!” Gang nodded his head.
“Yeah, that too,” Enlai chimed in.
“How much for that huge armor right there?” A pompous looking noble asked.
“How much you got?” Gang grinned as he glanced back towards what had been Hitoshi’s armor.
“Did you at least take care of Ryo and Kyo, like Li Mei asked?” the firebender continued staring hatefully towards his rival.
“Relax, took care of it,” he nodded his head towards the distance.
Shui and Feng turned to face the other side of the street, the two ostrich horses walking by with a sloppily painted banner tied between them reading “Fire Nation souvenirs.”
The two beasts were followed immediately by Boots, with the words “On sale now” painted over his side.
“…I recommend we visit the tea house,” Feng resigned to avoiding the debate entirely, walking in the direction of Min’s shop.
“Sounds good,” the firebender followed, understanding that no argument would be worthwhile.
“Does this armor come in any different colors?” the wife of the arrogant noble asked.
“Stupid question?” Gang glanced towards the waterbender.
“Stupid question.”
“Boots! Snack!” he brought his hand to his mouth as he called out to his beast.
“Eh!?” she cried out as the komodo rhino pushed her over, licking at her footwear. She shrieked, crawling away quickly as the other patrons crowded around them to purchase the souvenirs.
“Kyoshi Island?” the young noble asked as she walked beside him.
The setting sun gave a soft orange tint to the forest path, the air warm as they enjoyed one another’s company. Jung had removed his mask, the village far behind them.
“Yes.”
“I have only ever heard of it. Are you looking forward to the trip?” she smiled with soft excitement as she looked towards him.
“It will be my first time away from the valley in years,” the response gave no clear answer to her question, hinting instead at a slight worry.
“Perhaps that is something positive?”
“Perhaps,” he smiled gently.
“You could even find a turtle carrying a mountain upon his back,” she laughed lightly, recalling the story.
“Or a phoenix with feathers of flame,” he countered.
“…You will be safe, yes?” her smile remained, her eyes looking towards the ground as she worried. The frequency at which she had seen her love wounded had made it impossible to avoid the question.
“Yes,” he nodded with quiet confidence, having already resolved to prevent any fate that would bring her strife.
“I am glad,” she looked to his face, smiling as she admired his features.
“I will return as soon as I can,” he promised as his pace slowed.
“I will wait for you. With tea,” she offered, coming to a stop. She turned her body to face his.
He smiled at this, appreciating her beauty as the soft sunset touched against her skin.
Her hand touched over his shoulder, leaning up as she closed her eyes. She touched her lips to his softly, the sleeves of her robe brushing over his waist as she brought her arms around him.
He returned the affection, kissing tenderly as he brought his arms around her. As their lips parted he held her, smiling as he soaked in her scent.
The two held each other in the soft illumination of the sunset, drawing confidence from one another’s warmth.
A soft wind blew gently over the valley, the roses dancing at its touch.
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Post by Funk Oni on Oct 13, 2006 20:34:53 GMT -5
Alright. Chapter twenty-four.
I really can't keep saying this, it's getting to me a little.
Please. Please comment. Review, comment, something. Even if it's just to tell me why you don't read this.
I can take criticism, that's fine by me. But the silence is botherin' me.
I'd appreciate it. Please.
Thank you.
Roses of the Valley
Chapter Twenty-Four: Separate Ways
“I understand your desire to expedite your journey to Kyoshi Island. For this reason I have made arrangements for an ostrich horse,” Chin-Hwa explained calmly, the morning air moist and heavy. The earth was painted gray, the sun still resting behind the distant horizon.
“I must decline,” Jung bowed respectfully as a servant provided him with a large pouch, filled to the brim with potential supplies.
“Oh?” The answer surprised him slightly, its nature seeming to contradict Jung’s hope to return quickly.
“I’ve never ridden one. It would only slow me,” he explained as he searched through the pouch to ensure the item had been packed. It rest towards the bottom, wrapped carefully in fine cloth.
“I see,” the old noble smiled, the notion of Jung being incapable of something foreign to him. He bowed deeply, grateful to the warrior for going out of his way to ensure the doll’s safety.
He returned the bow, looking towards the estate as he lifted his head. He and Wen Lan had said their goodbyes the night before, holding one another beneath the moonlight. Smiling at the memory, he fastened the pouch as he turned towards the village entrance.
Chin-Hwa turned back towards the estate, losing his composure as a bucket of cold water splashed over his chest.
“Whoops,” Xiu said flatly, her eyes apathetic. She lowered the now empty bucket calmly. “Didn’t see you there, old man.”
“Xiu!?” he spread his legs, the cold stinging hard at him as his robes clung to his flesh.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I promised old man Zhen I’d help him get ready today,” the young servant shrugged.
“Zhen…The fish merchant…?” His eyes went wide as he recognized the scent that had suddenly filled the air.
“Right! Told him I’d get rid of all the dirty fish water,” she grinned.
“Why would you do it here?!”
“Seemed like a quiet spot,” the mischievous servant shrugged, waving a hand towards him as she walked away. “Sorry again! Have a good morning, old man!”
He stared after her with wide eyes, sighing as he became increasingly aware of the smell. Carefully and quietly he waddled towards the estate, wanting to avoid the unpleasant sensation of cold water against his skin.
Jung turned the corner, slowing to a halt as he caught sight of what lay before him.
The sun had yet to rise, and yet most of the villagers had poured out into the street. At the forefront was Min, her arms folded for warmth as she scowled. Wen Lan stood immediately behind her, smiling as her eyes came upon him.
“Finally,” the old woman grunted bitterly.
He simply stared, the scenario confusing him.
“Jung,” Wen Lan greeted softly as she approached him. “We all hoped to wish you safe passage on your journey, before you leave.” Her smiled seemed to warm the air around her, her face energetic as she gazed upon him.
“Took you long enough to get here!” the old pain scolded as she stepped forward. “I was supposed to sleep in today! Then you had to go and take your little vacation and get everyone fussing over you!”
He looked down at her, the break in his mask revealing his smile as she castigated him.
“Feh,” she muttered as she held a kettle up to him. “Drink this when you get tired, it’ll keep you going.”
Without argument he took the kettle, nodding his head slowly in thanks.
“And come back safe,” she nearly whispered the words, not wanting to hint at any softness in front of the crowd. “Or I’ll find you and bust the rest of that mask!”
Nodding again, he turned his attention towards a voice calling out from the crowd.
“Jung!” the woman called out softly, carefully maneuvering between the shoulders of the other villagers.
Jiao’s mother slipped out of the front of the crowd, smiling as she held her sleeping daughter. She bowed slowly, making sure not to disturb her child’s slumber. Approaching the warrior, she smiled softly.
“She wanted to say goodbye,” she explained in a whisper as she looked down at Jiao. “She got herself overexcited and stayed up too late.”
Wen Lan smiled, the notion moving her as she watched the little girl rest.
“She was looking forward to giving you this,” she motioned her head towards a pouch in her hand, moving carefully to hand it to the warrior.
Resting in his palm the pouch seemed tiny, his fingers moving gently against the strings binding it for fear of tearing the cloth.
Within the pouch lay three plums and the head of an orchid. He gazed down at the woman as she began speaking again.
“Jiao,” she whispered into her ear gently, rousing the child. “Look who’s here.”
The little girl sighed tiredly, her eyes opening slightly towards him. She slipped back into her sleep almost as soon as she had awakened, smiling as she wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck.
“Please thank her,” he bowed, sliding the pouch into the one presented to him by Chin-Hwa.
“I will,” Jiao’s mother smiled gently, giving as much of a bow as she could without disturbing her child. “Please be safe in your journey.”
Jung nodded, looking towards the young noble.
She smiled as she watched his mouth, bowing gracefully.
“Please travel safely, and return soon.”
“Yes,” he exchanged the bow with equal depth. Cherishing her beauty once more, he made his way towards the village entrance.
The villagers bowed as he passed, offering words of encouragement and thanks. He returned each with slow nods and gentle bows, his muscular frame soon shrinking as he stepped further and further from the village.
They watched from the entrance, the citizens of Bai-Jing stepping away to begin their day as Min, Jiao, her mother and Wen Lan remained.
“Should’ve kissed him,” Min sighed, staring towards Jung as he disappeared into the distant forest.
“Yes,” Jiao’s mother agreed.
The young noble’s face grew warm, the cold of the morning powerless against her blushing.
Jung entered the forest, slowing to a halt as a squad of Earth Kingdom soldiers stood in his path.
“Ah, Jung,” Seung was slightly startled by the warrior’s presence, having been en route to gather final supplies for his journey to Earth Kingdom base where the generals would be meeting.
“General,” he returned the greeting.
“You are on your way to Kyoshi?”
“Yes.”
“I am glad to have caught you, then. I was worried I would arrive too late to meet with you.”
He stood silently, unsure as to the nature of the statement.
In battling Kano, the two had become allies towards a cause. From the battle against Kazuki and Iwao, Seung inferred that the two had possibly breached the hazardous nature that was their relationship; Earth Kingdom general and wanted criminal. That they would be able to recognize one another as protectors of the same valley, rather than enemies within it.
It was for this reason that he had no qualms bowing to the Demon of War, nor how it would cause him to appear in the eyes of his soldiers.
“Thank you,” he began. “For all you have done to protect this valley and its people. I know you regard the Earth Kingdom army with animosity, but it is my hope that you will rely on us, as we have relied on you.”
There was a powerful silence between the two sides, broken only by the sound of soldiers shifting in their positions as they bowed alongside their leader.
Through rumor and propaganda they had been taught to fear the Demon. Yet each encounter of him helped to truly define his character. They were grateful to him for his help, each regretting the fear they had greeted him with so often.
“I thank you for the same,” Jung bowed slowly, the few words failing to convey the monumentality of the statement. The warrior had no love for the Earth Kingdom army, having stood against it many times against it in the past. In the fights against Kano and Kazuki, he had come to respect Seung.
“I wish you safe passage,” the general smiled, bowing once again.
The warrior nodded slowly, resuming his journey as the soldiers passed him by.
They marched on towards Bai-Jing, making silent promise that they would guard over the valley with every breath in their body until Jung and their general had safely returned.
As he stepped deeper into the forest his feet began moving faster, slamming against the ground as he pushed himself forward. He was soon sprinting at full speed, resolving to return to the village as soon as was possible.
“Where are you headed?” Shui stood near the two riders, his arms folded. Bo sat quietly behind him, meditating as he leaned against the tea shop.
“I assume we will wander until we can strengthen our numbers,” Feng secured the harness to his komodo rhino, dusting it off.
“Yeah. Not many people’re gonna take the Goushi Riders seriously if there’s only two of us,” Enlai noted as he mounted the beast.
Enlai’s beast whined as he pressed its snout near Boots’, not wanting to part from the brother he had been separated from.
“And what of you two?” the honorable rider looked towards the firebender, grasping the strap as he prepared to mount.
“Hmm,” Bo answered slowly with a slight sigh.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Enlai’s eyebrow rose up curiously.
“He has traveled far, and would like to rest and enjoy the village,” his partner answered.
“How did you get all that from ‘hmm’?!”
“And you?” Feng looked towards Shui.
“I’ll remain here with my master,” he smiled calmly. “I feel there’s still much for me to learn”
“Yeah, he still sucks,” Yakone quipped as he chewed some meat off of a bone. He approached the shop carelessly, having slept in.
Shui glared, the waterbender succeeding in provoking him.
“What about you?” Enlai glanced towards Yakone, grasping the reins.
“I don’t really feel like sticking around,” he shrugged. “I’ll probably leave in a bit, travel s’more.”
“Want to head out with us?” the rider grinned, seizing the opportunity.
“Nah.” The answer was flat and quick, doing well to convey just how little the waterbender’s expectations of the two were.
“Worth a shot,” Enlai grumbled.
“We wish you well,” Feng bowed from atop the beast. “May you be blessed with good fortune.” He pulled at the reins, the beast hurrying down the street.
“Take care!” his partner called out as his komodo rhino pursued, the two disappearing into the distance.
Boots whimpered loudly, lying down as he watched his brothers disappear from sight.
“What his problem?” Yakone sneered slightly, gnawing off another bit of meat.
“No idea,” the firebender answered as he studied the pouting rhino.
“Of course you don’t; you’re an idiot.”
“You’re lucky we’re in a village,” he threatened lowly.
“Right, that’s what’s stopping you. The village. Not that you know I’ll wreck you, the village.”
“I almost had you the last time we fought; you really think you’d do better now that I’ve been training?”
“Training at what, sucking? ‘Cause with all the raw talent you’ve got at that, you should definitely go for it.”
“You want to pick up where we left off?” Shui glared.
“Any time, any place,” he grinned as he enjoyed antagonizing the firebender.
Bo stood slowly, preparing to break up what seemed to be inevitable. The process was interrupted by a tea kettle shooting out from the doorway.
Shui stared curiously as the kettle slammed into the side of Yakone’s head, knocking him to the ground. He turned just in time to catch sight of a teacup approaching his face, the contents spilling out over him as it shattered.
“Shut up!” Min yelled from the doorway.
The three stared, their eyes wide.
“I’ve got a business to run! You want to fight, go fight with the dumb hog monkey! You’re botherin’ my customers!” She continued scolding them, paying no mind to her own effect upon her patrons.
“Who’re you!?” Yakone barked out at her, irritated by her chattering.
“Who’m I?!” she barked back at him with greater volume, storming towards him. She grabbed him by the ponytail, her face nearing his as she glared.
The waterbender sat in shock, the scene entirely new to him.
“Mother of two, grandmother of three! My name’s Min and I’m the best tea brewer in this valley! And no punk’s gonna talk to me like that!” her tone grew louder as she continued berating him.
“Ow!” He cried out as she began tugging at the ponytail, pulling him towards the tea shop.
“So obnoxious; you’ve got extra energy to burn?! Fine! You burn it serving the customers that you bothered! All of ‘em were just sittin’, havin’ a nice cup of tea ‘til you came along!” She pushed Yakone into the shop, turning towards Shui. “You! Get in here!”
“I,” he stepped back, caught off guard by the small woman. He looked towards his master, unsure as to the proper course of action. Not wanting to receive the same humiliation as his rival, he hurried into the shop.
“Go on!” she glared. “I already lost Jung; two of you should be enough to fill his shoes, even if you are idiots!” She folded her arms, snorting as her temperature cooled slightly. Becoming aware of the presence beside her, she looked towards Bo.
He stood quietly as he admired the old woman’s spirit.
She squinted slightly, attempting to discern his identity. Unable to recognize him, she guessed that he had arrived recently.
“Who’re you?”
There was a short pause, the old noble grinning.
“Bo.”
“You a friend of old man Chin’s?” She stared up at him, her arms folded.
“Yes.”
“You like tea?”
“Yes.”
His succinct nature brought the corner of her mouth up in a smirk. She motioned her head towards the entrance of the shop as she made her offer.
“Come on in.”
He nodded quietly, smiling as he entered the shop behind her.
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Post by Funk Oni on Oct 13, 2006 20:35:52 GMT -5
There are those who would try to obtain wealth through treacherous means, whether it is through theft or manipulation. Though they may achieve that which they seek, it renders a permanent stain of paranoia and dishonor on the reputation of all born into their line.
There are those who are honest in their search, yet lack the cunning or vision to acquire it. They may spend years seeking that which is considered valuable, but only few will come into fortune this way. Those that do hardly ever have the intellectual means to maintain it.
Some will save that which they can while earning gradually, working hard towards sewing a profit that they will eventually be able to appreciate later on in life. Such means are honorable, and forge character.
Yet there are some born with a rare form of insight and focus that will enable them to see that which others cannot; value in that which others regard as common. Through effort and skill, they are able to find that which so many others fall short of.
The Yang family fell under this category. While others searched tirelessly for jewels and shiny rocks, they recognized the value of something greater. Something everyone sought to gain, yet there was always more to be had. Something surrounding them at all points of the day.
History.
The Yang family made their fortune through the acquisition and trade of antiques, each one accompanied with a full and well documented report of the object’s past. It was a wealth that had lasted centuries.
Chin-Hwa held the same vision and skill that each of his ancestors had, succeeding beautifully in building upon the fortune his ancestors had maintained.
He continued looking over the most recent paperwork, enjoying the warmth of the tea cup as it rest in his palm. He smiled as he came across another document.
The item had been classified as an “important artifact,” meriting such due to its association with an Avatar. He placed the document aside, pressing a stamp down on the lower corner near “status.”
The ink rested upon the paper, the “delivered” mark drying slowly.
He had complete faith in Jung’s abilities, sipping his tea slowly.
“Lord Chin-Hwa,” Wen Lan slid the panel open, bowing in greeting.
He nearly dropped the cup, startled. Her entrance had not been sudden; his paranoia had been a product of Xiu’s efforts to punish him for embarrassing her in front of Seung.
“I apologize for interrupting you my lord, a messenger has arrived requesting to speak with you. I asked if I could relay the message on his behalf, yet he is insistent upon meeting with you specifically.”
“Ah, it is fine. I was merely reviewing the documents I asked you to sort.” He smiled towards her, rising from his seat.
“Were they arranged properly?” There was a slight worry to her tone, hoping to have succeeded in the task.
“Yes, exactly as I expected. I thank you for your help,” he walked beside her, making his way towards the entrance hall.
“You are too kind, my lord,” she bowed her head as she remained beside him.
“No, I merely pay compliment where it is deserved.” The reassurance was accompanied by a warm smile as they continued on.
“My thanks, lord Chin-Hwa,” she returned the smile, turning her attention to the messenger as they entered the hall.
“Lord Chin-Hwa,” the messenger bowed deeply.
“Ah, Liang!” he bowed his head slightly in greeting. “It is a pleasure to see you once again. I trust you are well?”
“You honor me in remembering my name, as well as inquiring as to my status. I thank you for this,” he bowed deeply once again, his body stiff.
“I appreciate such a sentiment, my friend. But you have not yet answered the question; you are well?”
There was an awkward pause, as if the statement had confused Liang. He smiled, nodding his head.
“I am well.”
“Excellent! Ah, how rude of me,” he looked towards Wen Lan, taking a step back as he nodded his head towards her in introduction. “Liang, this is Wen Lan, my chosen successor. Wen Lan, this is Liang, personal messenger of my cousin Rou.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Liang.” She bowed her head towards him respectfully, this being the first time she had heard of her lord having any family.
“The pleasure is mine,” the messenger bowed.
“I trust Rou is well?” Chin-Hwa stepped towards the matter, hoping that his cousin had not entered into some form of trouble.
“Such is the nature of my message, lord Chin-Hwa. Lady Rou has instructed me to inform you that she is well, and has recently come into a significant profit.” He stood stiffly as he delivered the message.
“I see, I am glad for her.” His tone was pleasant, but flatness hinted at his true feelings. Rou was notorious for contacting others for either bragging or requesting economic aid.
“However, she requests your presence. Her village has met with an issue recently, one she requires your counsel on.”
Wen Lan looked towards her lord, his actions causing her to become curious. He stroked his beard slowly, something typical of the old noble. Yet as he did, there was a worried intensity to his eyes.
“What is the nature of this issue?”
“Unfortunately, I am unable to answer that. I was dispatched immediately after arriving from another task. I did not have time to become aware of any problem, and lady Rou would not describe it.”
“…Hmm. Thank you Liang,” he sighed at the situation.
“My lord?” she worried quietly.
“Rou has requested my aid in the past, but such instances have always involved me imparting whatever financial support she requires to Liang.”
The messenger stood stiffly, fully aware of the validity of the statement. He had no pride in this, yet as a noble’s messenger, such was his job.
“It is rare that she requests my presence. I suspect this matter is of grave importance,” he closed his eyes as he continued contemplating.
“So let’s go!” Gang grinned as he entered, Li Mei trailing behind him.
“Gang?” Wen Lan’s eyebrow rose up, slightly startled by his enthusiasm.
“Boots is gettin’ restless, needs some travel in ‘im! I say we go!”
Li Mei glanced up suspiciously, wondering to what degree Gang was describing himself in the statement.
“My lord,” the young noble looked towards her lord, bowing politely. “If it pleases you, I would like to aid you in this. It is an opportunity to learn more of the Yang family.”
“Of course,” he smiled. He appreciated her initiative and focus, hoping that Rou’s manners and habits would do nothing to dissuade her of her decision to succeed him. Etiquette brought him to remain silent on the matter.
“I’m going too!” Li Mei protested with determination. “I just found big sister Wen, you can’t go running off somewhere and leave me behind now!” She was sincere in this; she had no desire to be separated from her again so shortly after their reuniting.
“Of course,” the young noble smiled, nodding her head. She was grateful for such a friend.
“It is settled, then!” Gang folded his arms.
Chin-Hwa sighed, the old guard having chosen to make the decision on his behalf.
“Liang,” he started. “Tomorrow we will leave along with the Earth Kingdom soldiers. I request that you take time to rest, and help yourself to whatever supplies you like.”
There was another awkward pause, Liang reacquainting himself with the old noble’s kindness. He bowed deeply.
“I thank you, lord Chin-Hwa.” He turned, walking away quietly.
“What’s his problem?” Gang watched the messenger walk away, curious as to his manner.
“Not all nobles are as kind as Wen Lan and I. I am afraid that Liang is the product of such a truth,” he sighed as he stepped down towards the old guard.
“When’re you kind?”
“When I purchased you a new robe, which you destroyed, despite you ravaging my garden.”
“Oh yeah,” he blinked. “Anyway, I’ll go get Boots ready,” he waved as he made his way down the entrance hall.
Chin-Hwa’s eyebrow rose at the careless dismissal of his point.
“Lord Chin-Hwa,” Li Mei stepped up politely, wanting to issue the request officially without imposing. “Is it alright if I come along?”
“Of course,” he smiled. Xiu and Gang had rendered him appreciative to anyone who showed the most basic attempt at etiquette.
“Thank you!” she smiled happily, hurrying towards the entrance to the estate. “I’ll go get us supplies!”
“Such good friends you have,” he smiled as he gave the compliment, turning towards his successor.
“I am very grateful for them,” she nodded.
“A question, however.”
“Hmm?”
“Why is Gang bald?” The sight had perplexed him, yet he understood the answer would be better given from Wen Lan.
The young noble laughed, walking beside her lord as she recounted the story.
The night was silent, the summer season contradicted by the cold sting of the air.
The estate was quiet, save the sound of footsteps moving up and down the halls as they prepared for lord Chin-Hwa and lady Wen Lan’s journey.
The guards slept soundly, each smiling at the fact that Gang would be gone for a few days, enabling them to rest from the intense training regime he had set them on.
Chin-Hwa rest softly, his long hair spread out over the futon.
He was awoken by the sudden splashing of cold water on him, yelping as he sat up.
“Your wake-up call, lord Chin-Hwa!” the young servant chirped merrily.
“Xiu!?” He stared at her with a mixture of aggravation and shock. “What are you doing?!”
“Exactly what you asked, lord Chin-Hwa!”
“I asked you to wake me at sunrise!”
“Sunrise? Are you sure?”
“Yes! Very!” he cringed as he felt the cold cloths cling to his skin.
“I was way off then, I could’ve sworn you said ‘wake me up randomly throughout the night with cold buckets of water.’ Don’t know how I got that one mixed up!” she brought her finger to her chin as she mockingly shrugged.
The old noble glared.
“Oh well! I’ll wake you up at sunrise, then! Sleep well lord Chin-Hwa!” she nearly sang the words as she ducked back out.
He sighed, realizing that he would have to do well to embarrass the young servant in front of the general the next time the opportunity presented itself.
Such was the nature of their dance.
“General Seung, we’re ready to depart.” The soldier bowed towards his commander, pleased that things had been proceeding without delay.
“Thank you Aiguo,” Seung returned the bow, looking out over the troops.
The unit was small, the soldiers feeling it would be enough to protect the general without compromising the pace. The other soldiers remained at their camp, running routine patrols to ensure the safety of the valley in Seung’s absence.
“Sir, lord Chin-Hwa,” another pointed out towards the incoming party, recognizing Gang’s komodo rhino.
“Lord Chin-Hwa,” the general bowed towards his old friend as he approached. “I trust you slept well?”
Amidst her soft blushing, Xiu grinned slightly at the inquiry.
“Oh, absolutely fine,” he forced the words out as he returned the bow.
“Have you come to see us off?”
“Partly. We will be seeing you off here, then making our own journey,” he nodded.
“I wish you well in your travels, then.” He smiled.
“And I wish unto you the same. I trust you will take care of Xiu?”
Seung blushed slightly as he caught sight of her, nodding in promise.
She held her pouch carefully, afraid to make eye contact for fear of staring. Glancing up, a soft smile came to her as she recognized the hat he wore.
The one she had made for him prior to the battle with Kano.
She turned back towards the party, bowing towards them.
“Please return safely,” the young noble asked her friend with a soft smile.
“I promise,” Xiu bowed. “Please take care.”
“Of course she will, I’m here!” Gang called out defiantly from atop the beast.
The servant made every attempt to hold her tongue, a floodgate of sarcastic remarks opening upon hearing his boast. Self-conscious of her appearance before the general, she resigned to bowing.
“Until we meet again,” Seung gave one final bow to his old friend before the two parties went their separate ways.
Chin-Hwa returned the bow, walking calmly beneath the morning sky as Boots let off a soft snort.
They walked in silence, Seung blushing as he remained at the front of the squad. He wondered quietly as to what lady Xiu was thinking at that particular moment.
She remained close behind, watching him admiringly as they continued along. Despite all she had done in protest of embarrassing her, some part of her was grateful to the old man for establishing the opportunity.
The silence was broken by the sound of thunderous footsteps behind them, the soldiers turning quickly to engage the threat.
Yakone snapped the reins wildly, Kyo squawking loudly as he rushed towards the ground. He slowed his pace as he drew closer, glancing back towards the village occasionally.
“Is everything alright?” Concerned, the general narrowed his eyes as he stepped forward.
“Fine, why?” He glanced down from the saddle calmly.
“You seemed to be in a hurry.”
“Eh, felt the sudden urge t’travel,” he smirked. “Saw you guys, figured I’d tag along.”
Seung’s eyebrow rose up, convinced that there was some aspect of the story he was leaving out.
“How about it? Could always use a healer, right?” The sentence had changed the request to a bargain, the waterbender grinning as he looked back towards Bai-Jing.
“…I suppose you’re right,” the general answered calmly. Yakone’s manner imparted a degree of suspicion, yet his actions during the festival inspired grateful trust.
“Alright then, let’s get going!” He suggested excitedly, snapping at the reins. Kyo began forward, cawing softly.
Seung nodded, turning as they resumed their march away from the village.
“What happened?” Xiu stepped beside the ostrich horse as they pressed on, whispering the question.
Realizing he had been seen through, the waterbender made no attempt to conceal his actions. He grinned as he explained.
“Poured cold tea down the old woman’s back when she wasn’t lookin’, then ran for it.”
There was a silent pause between the two, Xiu’s eyes going wide. She turned back towards the path before them, a mischievous smile coming over her.
“Nice,” she complimented.
“Thanks,” he smirked smugly as they pressed on.
Xiu looked towards Seung, catching a glimpse of his face as he glanced back towards her. She blushed softly, wishing she had some means of concealing the shade of red that tinted her cheeks.
The party moved forward, the sunlight washing over the valley as the day wore on.
“Such a beautiful day,” Chin-Hwa mused as studied the sky, placing his hat carefully over his head.
“Sun’s too strong,” the old guard muttered as he adjusted his hat.
“It’s because you went and got rid of your hair, silly old man,” Li Mei teased as she walked beside the mighty beast.
“Punk,” he grunted.
“Liang, how long do you suspect it will take us to reach lady Rou’s estate?” Wen Lan remained beside Chin-Hwa, looking towards the stern messenger.
“If we maintain this pace, it will only be a few days,” he noted.
She smiled, looking out towards the distant mountains. She hoped quietly that Jung was faring well in his task, and that he return to them safely.
The day was calm, the sunlight warming the valley in an enthused vibrancy as each group continued on their quests.
Dedicated to everyone who's ever commented. Thank you, it keeps me enthusiastic.
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Post by Funk Oni on Oct 15, 2006 17:55:15 GMT -5
I get really paranoid when I post a chapter (or chapters) and hear no feedback here. Such was the case yesterday, when I posted chapter twenty-four.
But yesterday, I got a couple of reviews and some feedback. Exactly what I needed to get my energy back, and something I'm very grateful for. So before I go any further with this chapter, I want to take this time to thank three very special people.
These three have kept "Roses of the Valley" going since the begining in their constant encouragement and support. They're each important to me, and I'm grateful for the inspiration they give.
-Babbs -Animekitties -Isaia
Thank you all, very much. With that said, here's the next chapter!
Enjoy!
Roses of the Valley
Chapter Twenty-Five: Calm Pace
“Still no word on the promotion?” The Fire Nation soldier stepped towards the entrance of the restaurant, peering in to search for his commander.
The colonel sat drunkenly near the kitchen, his eyes narrow as he continued muttering to himself.
“No,” his partner grunted. “Every day that there’s no word is another night of us having to carry him back to his quarters.”
“Ah well,” he smiled optimistically. “Soon enough they’ll give it to him, and he’ll stop doing this.”
“Right.” The answer was dry, the soldier making no attempt to conceal his doubt towards the notion.
“Yochi!” the colonel stumbled out of the restaurant, the patrons keeping quiet as he passed for fear of quarrel.
“It’s Yoshi, sir,” the first soldier corrected.
“You tellin’ me m’wrong, soldjur?” His words were slurred, his head bobbing back and forth as he attempted to maintain his balance.
“Of course not sir.”
“Less go,” he commanded lowly as he moved forward, his steps swaying as the two soldiers remained close behind in case he were to fall. The night was quiet, the sounds of the city filling the air.
The colonel accompanied the sounds with a song, his tone erratic and broken as he wailed. The two soldiers maintained their pace, paying no attention to the incoming figure.
There was no violent exchange, no sudden bloodshed. Merely the bumping of elbows as the two men passed one another. So negligible that the figure paid no mind to it, maintaining his calm pace as he approached the restaurant.
“Hey!” the colonel turned slowly, nearly doubling over. Regaining as much composure as he was able he called out to the figure. “You lookin’ t’start somethin’?!”
The figure came to a halt, smirking as he faced away from drunken fool.
The first soldier sighed, turning to face towards the stranger. He had been hoping to avoid any such incidents.
“What, too good t’turn ‘round?! Fashe me, peasand!”
He turned slowly, his smirk growing into a devilish grin.
“You,” the colonel growled.
The soldiers stared, each of them recognizing the figure. Their minds raced as they hoped for the situation to meet with a peaceful resolution.
“Colonel Michi,” Kano nearly whispered the words, delighted by the opportunity standing before him. “You’re looking well.”
“Shut up,” Michi spat, turning. He held no feelings of praise for the sadistic admiral, and would not waste his breath arguing with him.
“It’s fine; I’ll forgive your belligerent stupidity. Your reputation has already done well to prepare me for it,” he quipped.
“Hey!” he whipped around, stumbling forward. “What’d you say ‘bout me?!”
The soldiers stepped forward, hoping to calm the colonel.
“Don’t touch me!” he slapped their hands away, taking another step towards Kano. Lifting his hand he jabbed a finger into the admiral’s chest. “I said; wha’d you say ‘bout me?”
“Nothing, I merely observed your outstanding unintelligence. Surely this comes as no surprise to you, I suspect you’re reminded of it each day you fail to secure that promotion,” he grinned.
“You!” the colonel barked as he gripped Kano’s armor. “You think y’can jus’ stan’ there an’ keep insultin’ me?!”
“I don’t think I can, colonel. I am. There is a key difference.”
“Yer lucky I don’ wipe that stupid shmile off yer face right here,” he glared.
“Colonel…” A sweat had broken out over the first soldier’s forehead as he placed his hand on his commander’s shoulder.
“I shaid don’ touch me!” he yelled loudly.
“Why colonel, your words seem to hint at a threat,” the admiral strung him along with hardly any effort.
“S’no threat! I can take you any time, any place!”
“I propose we make it official then,” his eyes went wide as he approached his true intentions. “An agni kai.”
“Fine!” Michi growled. “Right now!”
The soldiers’ eyes went wide as they realized the gravity of the situation.
“Delightful,” he grinned sadistically.
“I feel we are making excellent time,” Chin-Hwa smiled as he set his hat aside, nodding his head thankfully to the waitress as she filled his cup with tea.
“Yes,” Liang bowed his head before sipping from his cup.
“It’s because Boots is carryin’ our gear for us,” Gang grinned proudly as he gripped the cup. The palm of his hand grew hotter, the tea practically boiling within its container.
“Yes, he has been very helpful to us in this trip. I feel such deserves to be rewarded,” the old noble reached into his pouch, drawing out some coins. “Wen Lan, would you be as kind as to purchase the best feed available for our friend?”
“Of course, lord Chin-Hwa.” The young noble smiled as she rose from her seat, bowing. Taking the coins, she made her way out of the restaurant.
“I’ll go too!” Li Mei mused as she followed after her friend. She had missed Kyo and Ryo, the affection that she typically showed them now granted exclusively to the komodo rhino.
“Liang, how close do you estimate us to be to Wei Min?” Wei Min had been his cousin’s home for well over two decades.
“We have traveled five days at an even pace. If we leave within the hour and maintain this speed, I predict we will arrive at our destination within two days time.”
“Sounds good,” Gang grinned as he drank the tea. “How’s the sake at this ‘We Win’ place?”
“Wei Min,” the old noble corrected.
“Yeah, that.”
Liang’s fist tightened.
“The village has no noticeable outstanding export, but is renowned for the beautiful Sarugaran temple. Smaller shrines are scattered amongst the roads surrounding Wei Min,” Chin-Hwa recited the history, having fond memories of visits to the village when he was younger.
“So no sake?”
Liang’s fist grew tighter.
“None that are unique to the village, but I suspect Rou will have a vast collection of such.”
“Sounds good! Boots and I’ll have t’try some of it when we get there!”
“You cannot give a komodo rhinoceros sake,” the old noble interjected.
“What? Why not?”
“It could not possibly be healthy for him.”
“Fires my spirit up, it’ll do the same for him! He deserves it after such a long trip!” he protested.
Liang could feel his fingernails digging into his palm.
“Li Mei seems to have some familiarity with beasts. You could consult her on the matter, though I feel I am correct.”
“Wanna bet on it?” he grinned.
“How do you mean?”
“Easy. If sake’s no good for Boots, you win. If it’s fine, I win.”
“Interesting,” a slight smirk came to Chin-Hwa as he stroked his beard. “What shall we stake on this wager?”
The old guard folded his arms as he considered the matter. “You know about sake, yeah?”
“I am familiar with it, yes.”
“Alright,” his eyes lit up. “I win; you owe me a barrel of the best sake you can find!”
“And if I win?” His eyebrow rose up as he continued evaluating the bet.
“Hmph,” he frowned as he struggled to think of something worthwhile. His expression regained its fire as he leaned towards the old noble. “You win; me and the guards’ll fix up your garden.”
“Oh?” There was an excitement to his voice as he grinned. He had been hoping for the garden’s repair for nearly a month, resigning to the futility of the endeavor while Gang continued the training sessions there.
“So, we have a deal?”
“We do indeed,” he nodded his head in consent.
“Glad to hear it! You just watch, old man…”
His words were cut off by Liang rising suddenly from his seat.
“Enough!” the messenger barked, his face tense as he stared angrily at the old guard.
“What?” Gang looked towards him curiously.
“I cannot sit idly as you continue to disrespect lord Chin-Hwa! Someone who was so kind not only to bring you into his employ, but to tolerate your inexcusable rudeness!”
Chin-Hwa stared, his eyes going soft as he realized the situation.
“You should be grateful to this man; it is his good grace that keeps you from begging in the streets! And you show your gratitude with insults and stupidity!?”
The old guard growled slightly, motioning to rise. He stopped as Chin-Hwa’s arm rose up before his chest.
“Lord Chin-Hwa, I beg that you excuse my conduct, but I refuse to remain silent during such outrageous demeanor. I will meet with you and the others by the village entrance when you are ready to leave,” he bowed deeply, making his way out of the restaurant.
“What’s his problem?!” Gang yelled, slamming his palm against the table as he stood.
The patrons had fallen quiet when Liang rose, now turning towards the scene.
“Gang,” the old noble started.
“What!?” he looked angrily towards Chin-Hwa.
“…I ask that you excuse Liang.”
“Why? Thinks he can shoot his mouth off and just walk away!?”
“No,” he lowered his arm as he stared towards the doorway. His hand grasped the cup of tea calmly, lifting it in his hand as he allowed it to cool.
The firebender continued staring, his eyebrow rising as he awaited a response.
“…I regard you as my equal, Gang.”
The statement confused him.
“We are both willing to work hard for that which we desire. To fight until our last breath to protect that which we love. We both hope to hold onto that which we cherish until we can no longer feel it against our fingers.” He sipped the tea slowly. “In this, I feel we are all equals.”
There was silence as the old guard considered the words, respecting the notion.
“My cousin, Rou…Does not share this opinion.” Sadness weighed his words. “Liang has spent decades experiencing the consequences of her regards for servants.”
“What, she’s arrogant?”
“I have said enough,” he held his tongue for fear of saying something unbecoming. “Rou will speak well enough for herself when we arrive. But as we wait for such, I ask again that you please excuse Liang.”
The guard looked towards the doorway, snorting slightly.
“Fine.”
“My thanks,” the old noble smiled softly as he lifted the cup to his mouth.
“Hey. This sake, it’s gonna be good, right?” He switched the subject to something with more levity, assured that he was right in his assumption.
“It will be, if Li Mei confirms your suspicions.”
“Good.”
“Ah, and Gang?”
“Hmm?”
“I assume the garden will look exactly as it did prior to your arrival in Bai-Jing?”
“Sure,” he grinned, well aware that he would come out victorious in their wager.
“What took you so long?” the old fisherman asked, lifting the corner of his hat to greet his apprentice.
“Sorry, I saw some soldiers arming themselves and got caught up figuring out what was going on,” the boy answered, the supplies gathered carefully under each arm.
“What’re they arming for?” He questioned nonchalantly as he sat up. Stretching his arms, he felt the sun touch against his aged skin.
“Looks like they’re gonna try clearing the bandits out of the Howling Wind Pass again.” He dropped the supplies into the boat, preparing to set sail.
“Fools,” the old man grunted. “Bandits’ve been in the pass since I was a kid; they’re not leaving those mountains anytime soon.”
“There were a lot of soldiers…”
“Always are,” he interrupted. “Next time you’re gonna be late, be late for somethin’ good.” He began handing more supplies to the boy.
“I thought it was good,” the apprentice muttered under his breath.
“Excuse me,” a voice sounded out from the dock. The figure approached slowly.
“Yeah?” the fisherman paid no attention to the man, assuming he was merely seeking information.
“Would it be possible for you to deliver…”
“Ain’t a delivery service,” he grunted. “Not for people, not for objects. We’re fishermen, we fish. That’s it.” He looked curiously at his apprentice as the boy gazed towards the figure.
The wanted posters had been removed long ago, the village focusing more on the capture of the numerous local bandits. Yet the old man was able to recognize him, staring with wide eyes.
“You’re…”
Jung took another step forward, his feet pressing against the firm wood of the dock.
“I will pay for transport to Kyoshi Island.”
The old man continued staring, nodding his head dumbly as he placed his palm on his apprentice’s shoulder.
“Go…Go get ready to sail.”
“Right,” the boy nodded.
“My thanks,” Jung bowed deeply, stepping down into the boat.
“Right,” the fisherman continued staring, fumbling for the ropes as he untied them from the dock post. A slight grin came to his face as he helped his apprentice to ready the sails, already rehearsing how he would recount the tale to others the next day.
The seawater splashed up into a fine mist, washing over them as the boat cut through a wave. The air was crisp, the warrior enjoying the opportunity to rest. He had pushed his body since leaving Bai-Jing, running as far he was able between brief rests.
The water felt cool against his skin as it washed over them, the boy and fisherman smiling proudly that the Demon of War had chosen their vessel.
The soldiers continued making camp, two securing a perimeter as their general readied the fire.
Kyo sat quietly, watching the flames curiously as they grew. Yakone rested against him, his arms folded behind his head.
Xiu sat close to the fire, twisting some reeds she had gathered earlier in the day in an attempt to make a hat.
“So, what do we do?” one of the soldiers leaned in as they began establishing the stone tents.
“What do you mean?” the private whispered back.
“Y’know, for the tents. Do we make it so that we’re one short?”
“Why would we do that?”
“So that she and the general have to share one,” he smiled at the scheme, assured of its brilliance.
“No way, he’d reprimand us.”
“True.”
“Besides, if that happened, he’s an earthbender. Couldn’t he just earthbend another tent for her?”
“Also true.”
“Just get back to work,” he sighed as he stomped against the ground. Two large slabs of earth shot up towards one another, protecting the ground beneath it from the elements.
The general blew into the fire, the flames growing taller as he tossed more kindling on. Sitting calmly, he looked towards Xiu.
Her eyes were narrowed slightly as she focused on the reeds, her lower lip stiff. It was a habit she demonstrated each time she concentrated on something carefully. Gang had informed him of such.
He smiled, finding the feature to be charming. Glancing towards Yakone, he became suddenly aware of his lack of knowledge as to the waterbender’s background and origins.
“Yakone,” he started.
Xiu glanced up from the hat, Seung’s voice breaking her from the focused trance.
“Yeah?” There was no movement, the waterbender keeping his eyes closed as he rested.
“I’m afraid I don’t know much about you. How is it that you came to arrive in Bai-Jing?”
“Traveled with the old man, the loudmouth brat and the idiot,” he shrugged as he explained. He had learned to assign nicknames to each, the ostrich horses squawking at him if he spoke their names with disapproval.
“That seems like an interesting group,” he attempted to maintain the conversation, hoping to come across some common ground between the two.
“I guess.” The answer gave no aid to Seung’s efforts.
“Did you come across them while traveling?” The question was a stretch, the waterbender leaving him without a direction to move in.
“Nah. Found the old man near the Fire Nation, then bumped into the other two.”
Xiu listened carefully, grateful for any detail she could receive in reference to lord Bo’s surviving of the Fire Lord’s assassination order.
“You were near the Fire Nation?”
“Yup.”
“What brought you there?”
“Went there after I left the tribe.”
“You left your tribe?”
“Yeah, somethin’ like that.” An eye opened, staring up towards the night sky.
“Why?” He squinted slightly, attempting to understand the waterbender.
“Because there just weren’t enough people there that would ask me personal questions about my life,” he quipped, sitting up.
The general became silent, Yakone’s reaction clearly indicating that he had stepped into unwelcome territory.
“I’m going to sleep, wake me up when it’s time for us to leave,” he muttered as he turned towards the ostrich horse, closing his eyes.
Xiu watched him, irritated by his snapping at the general. She looked towards Seung as her hands continued toiling at the hat.
He looked towards her to see if she had noticed or perceived something he had missed in the exchange. He found no such thing, instead blushing as her eyes locked onto his.
Her cheeks flushed, smiling as she stared back down at the hat timidly. Since her youth, she had always been willing to stand up to anyone. Yet she felt an inexplicable shyness each time she looked to the earthbender’s eyes.
She hoped quietly that she would gain the confidence she had with others with him, that the two would be able to interact with one another more closely.
He hoped silently for the same as he watched the fire, his face warm.
It was not long before the other soldiers had gathered near the fire, laughing as they shared stories and jokes.
Xiu laughed at each, thoroughly enjoying their tales as the hat took on a more definite shape.
Seung smiled from near the fire, contributing whatever stories he felt to be interesting while appreciating the enthusiasm of his soldiers. He glanced towards the sleeping Yakone, regretting the bold nature of his questions.
The conversation quieted as the general rose, approaching the waterbender calmly.
He pressed his foot against the ground, lifting his palms as three large sheets of earth rose up from the ground. A stone shelter formed over Kyo and Yakone, its movements having done nothing to rouse the two from their slumber.
He smiled gently as he returned to the fire, tossing some more kindling atop it before sitting. He laughed as one of the privates began recalling aloud the intense training sessions Gang held for them prior to the festival.
Xiu smiled as she watched him, his actions bringing her to admire him further. She looked back towards the project in her hands as she enjoyed the evening.
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Post by Funk Oni on Oct 15, 2006 17:56:29 GMT -5
“Where is he!?” the old woman questioned angrily as Shui entered the shop.
Sun sighed at the obnoxious barking, refilling the blacksmith’s cup. Her mother had been in poor temper since the waterbender fled, dispatching the firebender almost immediately to find him.
“Like I said before, I can’t find him. He probably left the village,” he explained as patiently as he could, tired of being sent out to find his rival time after time.
“How do I know you’re not just hidin’ him?” Min glared.
“Trust me, if I knew where he was, I’d turn him over to you.” There was disappointment in his tone, a part of him wishing he could find the waterbender for no other reason than watching the old pain torture him.
“Feh,” she muttered as she turned back to one of the patrons, filling their cup. “Fine. Get into the kitchen, I’ll teach you the basics of tea when things quiet down.” She bitterly accepted the waterbending coward’s escape.
Shui made his way to the kitchen, brushing aside the cloth as he entered.
Bo sat at the center of the room in meditation, the kettles arranged evenly around him. The flames beneath each remained level and constant, helping to perfectly heat their contents.
“Old pain,” the young firebender muttered as he sat against the wall.
The old noble opened his eyes slightly, the flames beneath the kettles flickering in brief disturbance.
“Hmm?”
“Yakone had to go and mess with her, and then run like a coward. And now she takes it all out on us.”
“Hmm,” he smirked as he closed his eyes once again, the flames regaining their focus.
The young firebender leaned his head back against the wall, looking towards the ceiling.
“There,” she brushed the cloth dividing the kitchen and serving area aside as she entered, her expression having grown considerably less bitter since the day began.
The old noble opened his eyes, nodding his head to greet her as he continued concentrating.
She massaged her temples roughly, trying to ease the stress and aggravation the day had left upon her. She froze as she stared towards the old man, an idea coming to her.
“You play Pai Sho?”
“Hmm,” he nodded slowly.
A smirk crept over her face, the game always doing well to calm any stress she sustained throughout the day. Looking towards the young firebender, she nodded her head towards the main serving area.
“You. Go out and ask Sun where my Pai Sho set is, then bring it here.”
Shui rose obediently, already knowing better than to cross the old pain. He complained silently to himself as he passed her.
“Thanks for keeping the tea hot,” she noted as she set the kettles aside. The shop had closed for the night, Sun and Qiu tidying up the serving area.
“Hmm.” The flames beneath the kettles faded in unison.
“Busy day today,” she noted as she poured him a cup of tea.
He smiled gently as he nodded, impressed by the business the shop drew in.
“People started flooding the place after Jung started coming here. Like a bunch of kids,” she muttered as she placed the cup before him. “I figured they’d calm down now that he’s out running that errand for old man Chin.”
“Hmm,” he lifted the tea, soaking in the heat of the cup against his palm as he drew it to his mouth.
“Don’t get me wrong, business’s always been good! That’s how things are when you’ve got the best tea in the valley,” she smirked as she boasted, readying herself a cup.
“…It is the best I have ever tasted,” he offered the compliment quietly before taking another sip. The flavor was immediate, carrying softly down his throat.
“Of course it is! If there wasn’t a war going on, I’d go and open another store right in the Fire Nation! Right there in the capitol! Show ‘em who’s boss,” she sat back defiantly, taking a quick but deep sip.
“Hmm,” he snorted slightly with amusement.
“Every day I’d send someone out to drop some tea off at the Fire Lord’s doorstep! And there’d be a big Earth Kingdom label right there, right on the center! Just so he knew who it was from.”
“When was the last time you used this thing?” Shui carried the dusty board under his arm, setting it down between the two. He removed a small sack from under his belt, placing it at the center of the board. Inside were the tiles, essential to the game.
“I only play when I’m stressed,” Min explained. “Besides, if I’m gonna play, I’m gonna at least play against people who’re halfway decent.”
“What about your daughter?” Sun had seemed eager to get him the materials for the game, asking if he had ever played before. He had inferred from this that she held some genuine interest in the game.
“She’s terrible at it,” the old pain muttered.
Wiping a table in the serving area, Sun’s eyebrow twitched as she glanced back towards the kitchen.
“Now get out there and help them clean up,” she pointed towards the doorway as she issued the command, drawing the tiles out of the small pouch with her other hand.
“Right,” he muttered as he made his way out of the kitchen, wondering why he and Bo were enduring the old woman’s attitude.
“Now, where was I?” She continued setting the pieces, taking a second sip from her cup.
“Tea for the Fire Lord,” he reminded her as he set his pieces.
“Right,” she noted before resuming her rant.
The two sat in the kitchen playing the game as Min moved from one subject to another, the old noble smiling and appreciating the conversation.
The cold night cradled the moon high above the Fire Nation capitol, the majority of its citizens sleeping calmly.
Light and heat flooded the chamber, the admiral a silhouette before them.
The first soldier stared in horror, his partner’s arm lifted over his chest to prevent him from rushing to the colonel’s aid.
The other kept his arm firm, terrified that any involvement would only seal their fate. There was nothing they could do to help the colonel.
Kano chuckled softly as he felt his skin tighten, the intensity of the heat washing over him. He bathed in it, tilting his head back as he grinned psychotically.
There were no words for what stood before them, his laughter inspiring another level of fear.
“Colonel Michi,” he nearly whispered the words, a sick pleasure in his tone. “I am quite glad to have run into you, this evening. I have not been this entertained in quite some time.”
The column of flame trailed higher, the remains of the deceased colonel nearly indiscernible within the fiery glow. The smell of charred hair and flesh carried through the air, the admiral enjoying their scent.
“Admiral Kano,” his lieutenant called out to him. Experience had taught him well to avoid visible observation of Kano’s affairs. “A soldier has arrived with a message for you.”
“Delightful timing,” he grinned. He anticipated the contents of the message, walking slowly towards the lieutenant. He glanced towards the two soldiers sadistically, his eyes going wide as he savored their horrified expressions.
“Leave,” he ordered.
The second soldier stepped back almost immediately, fearing any action that would cause the admiral to lash out at them. Grasping his partner by the shoulder, the two made their way out of the hall.
“Greetings, greetings!” the admiral spread his hands out as he welcomed the approaching soldier. “Ah, did you suffer some misfortune in your return?” he noted curiously the bandage wrapped around the soldier’s arm.
“It’s nothing sir, merely a scratch.” He had been dispatched by Kazuki to remain with the mercenaries. He would hurry back to the Fire Nation to relay message of their victory the moment Bai-Jing fell. The plan had fallen through, Feng’s blade cutting against his forearm just before engaging the other mercenaries.
“I wish you a speedy recovery then! Now tell me, what news do you bring?” he smirked.
“News of the raid on Bai-Jing,” he bowed, completely unaware of Kano’s reputation.
“Splendid, splendid! Please, do go on,” he turned as he walked towards Michi’s remains, grinning as he watched the flames cling to the blackened bones.
“My apologies sir; the mission was a complete failure.”
The lieutenant’s eyes went wide, glancing towards the admiral.
“The mercenaries were engaged by riders and Earth Kingdom soldiers. They were unable to reach Bai-Jing.”
“What of Kazuki’s team?” the lieutenant interjected.
“I was attacked early in the battle and fell back to watch from the edge of the forest. I waited for a full day, leaving only after I had confirmed Kazuki’s team being escorted out by Earth Kingdom soldiers.”
“Prisoners, then.” The lieutenant looked back towards his superior, terrified by his silence.
“Soldier,” he whispered the word, his head lifting.
“Admiral Kano,” the messenger stood at attention.
“Your arm appears infected.”
“Sir?” His eyes went wide as a line of flame tore against his body, launching him back. Sliding against the ground, he opened his eyes to find the admiral standing over him.
“We’ll have to amputate.” His expression was cold, his manner calm as he tore the soldier’s arm from its socket.
The messenger screamed out in horrific pain, the cries dying out into pained sobs as he bled over the stone floor.
“Most unfortunate,” Kano sighed. He stepped down from the surface, ignoring the pained squeals of the soldier.
“Sir?” the lieutenant asked nervously, not wanting to engage his short temper. “What would you have me do, sir?”
“Hmm? Ah! Nothing,” he smiled. “Kazuki was foolish enough to both fail and be captured! Each day he awakens within the prison will serve as a proper reminder of his own inadequacy.”
The lieutenant was horrified, aware that the admiral had spent years training his pupil. Obediently, he bowed in consent to the order.
“However, something must be done about this Kun valley!” he grinned as he began walking, his subordinate following close behind. “We simply cannot allow them the foolish notion of superiority to our might!”
“Sir, what of the Fire Lord’s orders?”
“Ah yes, the Fire Lord, the Fire Lord! Something must be done about the Fire Lord,” he trailed off as he considered the matter carefully.
Inner conflict tugged at the lieutenant, the admiral’s words bordering on treason.
“Ah, I have it! I know what we shall do!” he smacked a fist against his open palm as they continued on, proud at his realization.
“Sir?”
“We wait for our orders,” he grinned.
Any soldier new to Kano’s employ would be relieved by the words, feeling them to be consenting obedience to the will of the Fire Lord. This lieutenant had spent far too long surviving the admiral’s psychotic tendencies, having become well acquainted with his character.
There was treachery in Kano’s intentions, that much was certain.
Dedicated to Babbs, Animekitties and Isaia.
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Post by Funk Oni on Oct 17, 2006 22:18:00 GMT -5
This chapter's actually been done for a few days, I just wanted to wait until I heard a bit of feedback on twenty-five before I posted it.
So, here you go! Chapter twenty-six! Enjoy!
Roses of the Valley
Chapter Twenty-Six: Checkpoints
“You really think they found one way out here?” the young waterbender looked towards the squad’s leader, the news surprising him.
The day was bright, the skiff moving quickly atop the churning water. It was the first he had ever heard of a Fire Nation ship being anywhere near the North Pole.
“Maybe not. But if there is, we’ll have to move quickly to disable it. Chief Arnook wants us to approach it care…” his words trailed off as he adjusted the telescope, his frame tightening as he focused.
“What is it?”
He lowered the spyglass, calling out orders to the others in preparation.
The young waterbender took the tool, looking out into the distance. The silhouette of a Fire Nation ship stood clearly, its detail and size increasing as they drew closer.
“Waterbenders get ready! I want the ship disabled the moment it’s in range! Be ready for anything!”
“It’s damaged,” the young waterbender squinted as the ship took on a more definite shape. Scorch marks and warped metal riddled the vessel, a thin line of smoke billowing out from the stern.
“What?” the group leader grasped the telescope, looking out towards their target.
“It looks like they were in a fight or something,” he guessed.
“…Might be a trap,” he tucked the spyglass under his belt, folding his arms as they drew closer.
“What?” His eyebrow rose.
“We have no idea what’s on that ship, or in it. They may have damaged it just to lull us into a false sense of security.”
“I doubt that,” he muttered.
“Just get into position, waterbender.” He narrowed his eyes, growing weary of being second-guessed. The remark was meant to remind the upstart of his place.
“…Fine,” he grunted as he stepped into his stand. The boat picked up speed as he worked with the others to move faster.
It was not long before they were within range of the ship, the other skiffs spreading out to approach from all sides.
“Get ready,” the leader commanded quietly as he waited for the other skiffs to take their positions.
“Wait,” the young waterbender’s eyes went wide as he noticed something that had escaped him earlier. “There,” he pointed out towards the bow of the ship, a piece of cloth flapping fiercely in the wind.
The flag was pure white, tattered from the time at sea.
“White flag! They surrender!” He looked out over the vessel, the damage it had sustained from earlier combat having become more visible.
“…It could still be a trap,” the leader guessed quietly, motioning the other waterbenders to ready themselves.
“What are you talking about? Look at the ship, they probably need our help!” He narrowed his eyes, more concerned with the welfare of those aboard than the politics.
“It’s the Fire Nation. Be ready for anything.” He lifted his hand to the sky as he justified his decision, glaring towards the vessel.
“That’s…” He was cut off as his superior lowered his arm, signaling the skiffs to move forward.
The waterbenders stepped forward quickly, their arms lashing out in unison as water rose up from the sea surrounding the ship, clinging to its hull before freezing.
“Move in!” the leader ordered loudly, the skiff hurrying towards the captured vessel.
“Wait!” The young waterbender protested.
As the skiff neared the ice the leader stepped off, maintaining his footing as he hurried towards the deck.
The waterbender rushed ahead, his arms moving quickly as his bending formed a more reliable path. Leaping onto the deck, his eyes grew wide.
The crew merely looked towards him with tired eyes, stripped of their armor and weapons. Some huddled together for warmth, others already exhibiting the symptoms of frostbite.
The young waterbender took a step back, watching as one of the soldiers rose to his feet.
He looked exhausted in every sense of the word, as if each breath he drew in had the potential to be his last. He smiled weakly as he fell, his palms firm on the deck as he bowed towards the waterbender.
“Thank you.” The voice was practically a whisper, the other crew members stirring as they attempted to mimic the captain’s actions.
“Secure them!” the waterbender’s leader called out to the others as he reached the deck, his spear pointed towards the starving soldiers.
“Wait,” the young waterbender whispered, his eyes narrowing as he looked towards his superior. He was pushed aside as his comrades passed him, grasping the prisoners before carrying them quickly to the skiffs.
“Wait!” he yelled out again, his plea ignored. The deck of the ravaged ship was soon empty, save the young waterbender and his leader.
“Let’s go,” he commanded as he studied the deck one last time.
“This isn’t right.”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“They were starving, dying. You could tell by looking at them!”
“Shut up,” he narrowed his eyes.
“At least give them some food!” He stepped forward angrily, his arm waving out towards the detainees.
“That’s up to Chief Arnook,” he explained.
“No it isn’t, it’s…”
“I have no problem leaving you here, bender.” The threat was sincere, the leader tired of the upstart’s attitude.
The waterbender glared, understanding that his argument had fallen on deaf ears. He remained silent as he passed the leader, looking out over the deck of the ship.
The Fire Nation soldiers sat weakly on the skiffs, offering no struggle as the warriors secured them. They were tired, their bodies shivering as the wind blew the cold right through them.
He could not shake the feeling of guilt the scenario left upon him as he watched them, his pace slowing.
“They’re enemies,” the leader explained as he walked alongside the waterbender. Some part of him regretting having to be so callous with his fellow warrior.
“They’re people.”
“It’s a nice ideal,” he admitted calmly. “But…”
“Enemy or not, anyone suffering that badly needs help.”
There was silence as the leader looked down at the waterbender. He knew him well enough to understand that no argument he could make would persuade him from this particular belief.
“You’ll understand in time, Yakone.”
The waterbender opened his eyes slowly, confused by the lack of sunlight. He sat up quickly, calming as he realized he was in one of the stone tents the soldiers had been setting up the night before.
He stepped out from the tent, stretching as he yawned. The campfire had faded to smoldering ashes, the soldiers still resting within their shelters. His eyebrow rose as he searched for the general or Xiu.
Failing to find either, he smirked. She dipped her hands into the stream, filling the last of the water skins. Chin-Hwa had promised she would be of benefit to the party, rendering her unable to relax for fear of appearing to be not properly contributing to the group. She had set herself to the task of refilling the water skins while the others slept.
Hoisting them over her shoulder, she walked carefully along the stream. The sound of shifting rock brought her to slow her pace, looking out towards a nearby field.
Seung maintained a firm stance, his arms moving with a slow strength as he continued his training. His armor lay near the edge of the forest, dressed only in his pants.
She placed her palm upon the tree nearest her, smiling as she watched him.
He stomped his foot against the ground, a boulder leaping into the air before him. In one smooth motion he stabbed both hands into it, concentrating as he tore his arms out from each side.
His arms were now coated in stone gauntlets, the fight with Kazuki doing well to demonstrate the advantage of the technique. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a figure, turning quickly to find Xiu standing in the distance.
His attention startled her, nearly dropping some of the water skins. She made a quick attempt at regaining her composure, hoping he hadn’t seen her fumble the supplies.
“Good morning lady Xiu,” his cheeks took on a slight redness as he bowed, hoping that his manner of dress was not offensive to her. He extended his arms towards the ground, tapping his foot firmly as the gauntlets crumbled.
“Good morning general Seung,” she blushed as she stepped forward, setting the water skins down for fear of looking foolish. She searched frantically for some topic of conversation, settling on the first thing to come to mind.
“I see you are…Earthbending.” She silently berated herself for choosing the most unintelligent and obvious statement possible.
“Ah, yes,” his eyes lit up slightly at the opportunity for conversation, something they had not had since just before the festival.
“You seem very talented!” Her tone grew faster as she issued the compliment, having become overexcited at the chance to offer a foolproof statement. Her face grew red as she continued cursing herself for failing at the art of conversation.
“Thank you,” he blushed slightly. “But I feel I still have very much to learn. Any skill I have is due to practice.”
“Do you practice every day?” Her thoughts grew quieter, the topic bringing the conversation into a comfortable flow.
“Yes, every morning before the soldiers awaken. It has become part of my daily routine,” he laughed.
“Is it hard?” she had never given much thought to bending, having been born without any capacity for it.
“It can be at times, but there are some aspects of it that are fairly simple,” he explained.
“Would you…” her face grew red as she stopped herself, realizing the statement to be far too forward.
“Hmm?”
Her cheeks grew warmer, realizing she had stopped halfway through the question. For fear of appearing inept, she continued the question.
“…Show…Me…?”
His cheeks flushed as he smiled gently, nodding his head. He stepped behind her, his stance widening as he faced to the right.
“My father explained to me once that we are like the earth itself; with a nurturing and powerful foundation, great beauty and strength will grow. Thus, the stance is the first and foremost aspect of earthbending.”
She glanced back towards his legs, mimicking his position as she faced to the right.
“That’s excellent,” he complimented.
Blushing, she smiled softly.
“The next point is the attitude. To move the earth, we have to share its determination. You can’t be afraid of it,” he continued explaining as he motioned his arms, thrusting his fist out.
Xiu smiled to herself, feeling this to be something she would have no trouble with. She brought her fist back, striking it out fiercely.
“Very good; if you were an earthbender, I think you would be able to move mountains,” he smiled.
“Thank you,” she laughed, rising from her stance to bow to him. She was well aware she had no potential in any of the bending disciplines, yet she would treasure the memory it had provided her.
The two continued chatting with one another, enjoying the opportunity to do so as Yakone watched from the tree line, grinning while folding his arms.
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Post by Funk Oni on Oct 17, 2006 22:19:18 GMT -5
“Ah,” Chin-Hwa’s eyes lit up as he remembered that which lay before them. His pace slowed as he looked over the surroundings.
“We are close,” Liang observed as he pressed on.
“Do you recognize this place?” Li Mei asked him from atop the komodo rhino, noticing the sudden change in the noble’s manner.
“Yes,” he smiled. “When I was younger…My family would visit Wei Min often. I would play in this forest. But…” he squinted slightly as he examined the trees.
Liang’s pace slowed, looking back towards the group as they came to a stop.
“…When I was younger…The forest was filled with friendly hog monkeys. They were so accustomed to people that they would flock to us if we held out food.”
Wen Lan looked through the trees, unable to spot any of the creatures.
The messenger’s expression took on a look of concern, surprised that he had not noticed the same. He searched the trees carefully, wondering why silence had fallen over the typically bustling forest.
“Perhaps this has something to do with the issue the village is facing?” Wen Lan guessed quietly.
“There’s one,” Gang grunted as he brought his hand over his eyes, noticing a small huddled figure clinging to a branch.
“Ah,” the old noble smiled as he crouched, drawing out some food from his pouch. He extended his hand, making a soft clicking noise as he beckoned the hog monkey.
The creature sniffed the air, climbing the branch further to study the group. It dropped to the ground quickly, cautious as it slowly made its way towards them.
“I do not understand,” he whispered. “What has him so afraid?”
The hog monkey came closer to the old noble, sniffing at the food. It stepped in quickly, tapping Chin-Hwa’s hand before hopping away and spinning to ensure it was not some sort of trick. Determining the hand to be safe, the creature grasped the food.
“There we are,” he smiled. “It tastes good, yes?”
It shoved the portion into its mouth, hurrying to grab whatever crumbs it could from the old noble’s hand.
“Strange,” Liang narrowed his eyes as he watched the spectacle. “It’s practically forcing it down.”
“Looks like he brought some buddies,” Gang folded his arms as he looked up into the trees, more hog monkeys arriving.
“Maybe they were just hiding?” the girl wagered a guess as Boots snorted.
“Ah!” Wen Lan exclaimed, slightly surprised as a monkey dropped onto her shoulder. It began pawing at the shoulder strap of her pouch as she smiled. “Are you hungry also?”
“Hey, get off of lady Wen Lan!” Gang barked at the creature, feeling a tiny tug at his bag.
Chin-Hwa’s eyebrow rose up as the hog monkeys flocked to him, pawing for the crumbs in his hands.
“Something’s wrong,” Liang glared as a small group of the creatures swarmed over Boots, tugging at their food.
“Hey!” Gang yelled out as the two hog monkeys made off with his bag. He turned quickly towards Wen Lan as another group snatched hers away.
Boots growled as the creatures clung to him, Li Mei shrieking as they continued tugging at their supplies. The straps of the pouches snapped, the hog monkeys retreating at full speed.
The old noble stared at them as they made off with whatever food they could, the scene completely foreign to him.
“What was that?!” the old guard clenched his fist, wondering if he should chase after the tiny antagonists or not.
“Something is amiss,” Chin-Hwa looked towards Liang, hoping the messenger would have some answer to what had just occurred.
“Yes,” he answered flatly. He had no explanation for it, the spectacle unprecedented.
“They took all of the food,” the young noble looked through each of the pouches, seeing if they had missed anything in their raid.
The old noble stroked his beard, squinting as he analyzed the situation.
“Let’s keep moving,” Liang suggested. “We are nearly there, we won’t be needing food.”
“Right,” Chin-Hwa nodded, following after the messenger.
Gang stepped cautiously, paying careful attention as they made their way down the forest path.
The young girl glanced from side to side nervously, the komodo rhino beneath her helping to ease her worry.
The messenger smiled as he observed a beautiful gateway standing in the distance, grateful that he had arrived home safely once again.
“Wei Min,” the old noble smiled as he recognized the village entrance.
“Such a beautiful gate,” Wen Lan noted as they passed under it, examining the intricate carvings.
“The gate of Wei Min is meant to welcome people and spirits alike, the citizens maintaining it with constant effort and vigilance,” he explained.
“Lord Chin-Hwa, do you know everything?” the young girl was astonished by the old man’s intellect, witnessing its demonstration constantly throughout their journey.
“Nah,” Gang answered as he looked out over the village.
Liang narrowed his eyes slightly, irritated by the oaf’s rudeness.
“Strange,” Wen Lan observed. “It’s so quiet.”
The village was silent, the main square completely devoid of life. The doors and windows of the houses and shops surrounding had been shut tight, the wind blowing gently against them.
Chin-Hwa narrowed his eyes, attempting to understand the bizarre scene as Rou’s estate drew closer.
Liang looked worriedly from side to side, the quiet perturbing him. His home seemed barren and unwelcoming.
“Wow,” Li Mei slid down from Boots’ saddle, staring at the huge mansion.
It was obvious from the exterior that Rou had poured a large sum of money into the construction and maintenance of her home, the design and lavish features seeming almost inappropriate amongst the humble village.
“Please follow me,” Liang bowed once again, his frame growing more rigid as they neared the main entrance. A pair of servants opened the doors silently, bowing deeply as their visitors passed.
The meeting hall had been decorated with the finest stonework and cloth, a thin curtain separating the farthest section of the room from them. A man stood near the curtain calmly, stepping forward to announce them.
Wen Lan could not help but feel slightly uncomfortable at the severe formality.
The messenger stepped to the side of the visitors, lowering into a bowing position.
The old guard watched curiously, Liang’s actions confusing him.
“Announcing the benevolent lord Chin-Hwa, of Bai-Jing, accompanied by his appointed successor, Wen Lan of Bai-Jing.”
“I thought you hated this kind of stuff,” Gang whispered to the old noble.
“I do,” he answered lowly for fear of offending his host.
Two finely dressed servants pulled the curtain to either side, an aged woman sitting calmly behind it. Her clothing was elegant, her face carefully made up to conceal her true age. A finely crafted fan rested in her right hand, jewelry decorating her wrists, hands and neck.
“Chin-Hwa!” she tilted her head to the side. “Thank you so much for coming!”
“I thank you for inviting me,” he bowed politely, his manner calm and reserved. “You seem to have improved your home greatly since my last visit.”
“Yes, I have come into some recent fortune,” she grinned. “Granted, I have yet to reach the same wealth that you have, but if my profits continue their trend, I suspect that will no longer be the case!” Her exclamation had a rehearsed tone of excitement and humor, enjoying the opportunity to establish her success.
“I wish you the best in this,” he bowed once again, recognizing the underlying message.
“Liang!” she barked as she motioned her fan towards Li Mei and Gang. “Escort my cousin’s servants to Zian’s home!”
“Yes lady Rou,” he answered obediently.
“Servants?” Gang narrowed his eyes.
“Gang,” the old noble interjected quietly. “I ask that you not cause any sort of disturbance until we have a better understanding of the issue troubling the village.”
The firebender snorted, glaring as he walked angrily out of the room.
Li Mei followed closely behind, giving the old hag an annoyed glare as she left. “And this lovely girl must be your chosen successor!” Rou smiled pleasantly. “It is a pleasure to meet you, my dear!”
“I am honored to make your acquaintance; thank you for allowing me into your home.” She bowed politely to the old woman, concealing her offense at the treatment of her friends.
“Isn’t it lovely?” she bragged. “I suspect the next sum of money I receive from my profits will go to the construction of an aviary.”
“Rou,” he interrupted her boast. “I hope that you are setting aside at least some of your income.”
“Chin-Hwa,” she sighed, irritated that he would advise her in economic matters. “As cautious as ever. With how splendidly things have been going, such hasn’t been necessary! My profits are steady, I have no worries.”
The old noble gave no reaction, instead nodding his head silently.
Wen Lan simply stared, shocked by the sheer absurdity of the statement.
“I am glad to hear that you have been doing well,” he started. “I hope that I will be able to counsel you properly in whatever issue it is you and your fellow villagers face.”
“Ah yes, our little ‘issue’,” she muttered flatly, rising slowly from her seat. “I feel the old men of the village can properly explain, they were the ones who asked that I contact you,” she waved her fan towards one of her servants. “Bring me my hat!”
The young noble cringed slightly at the noble woman’s manner, perturbed by her attitude.
She approached them slowly, waving the fan to cool herself as she passed. She hooked her arm around the old noble’s, leading the two outside. “Cousin Chin-Hwa, it has been far too long!”
“Indeed it has,” he looked out over the silent village, recalling the desperate howler monkeys they had encountered earlier.
“Here they come,” Li Mei’s eyes lit up as she stood at the entrance to Zian’s home, watching Chin-Hwa and Wen Lan approach.
“Great, she’s with them,” the old guard muttered as he observed the approaching noblewoman.
“Oh my, what loyal servants you have! They’re already outside waiting for your arrival!”
Li Mei narrowed her eyes, the term “servant” annoying her.
“If only my servants would act so properly! Really, Liang is nowhere to be found! So lazy.”
Gang glared, her statement dragging every word Chin-Hwa had said on the subject of his cousin into the light.
“Well then, shall we?” she entered the house quickly, singing the words.
The old guard looked towards Chin-Hwa, his expression articulating every feeling he had on the subject.
The noble simply nodded, hoping the firebender would maintain his calm.
“I don’t like her,” Li Mei whispered to her friend secretly, staring after the old woman.
“Nor do I,” she whispered back, lifting a finger to her mouth to seal their silence.
The young girl nodded her head quickly, standing beside her as they entered the building.
The house was filled with worried citizens, wounded Earth Kingdom soldiers resting quietly against the far wall.
“Rou,” Zian greeted as he approached, Liang helping him. He was very old, his beard trailing over his chest.
“Lady Rou,” she corrected flatly.
“And…” the old man stared at the noble, smiling as he slowly recognized the face. “…Chin-Hwa…The years have been kind to you, my boy…”
“It is an honor and pleasure to see you again, elder Zian. I trust that you are well?” he bowed as he greeted his elder.
Almost instantly the warm expression fell from Zian’s face, sorrow filling his features.
“No…Rou has not told you?”
The noblewoman waved the fan softly over her mouth, concealing her irritation at not being paid the proper respect.
“Not as of yet, she felt it would be better explained here.”
“Chin-Hwa…They’re dying…” his lips quivered as he gripped the old noble’s robe, tears forming at his old eyes.
“Who?” Wen Lan asked quietly.
“Speak when you are spoken to, dear.” Rou took it upon herself to educate the young noble.
“Shut up,” Gang grunted, folding his arms as he stood beside her. He would not tolerate such a hag correcting his lady.
Rou stared at the bodyguard, completely mortified.
The young noble smiled towards her old friend, appreciating his ability to do that which she could not.
He simply nodded, smirking.
“You remember the spirits, Chin-Hwa…The spirit of Gousaru…”
“The spirit of levity and laughter, a children’s story you told me long ago,” he recited carefully, his eyes concerned as the old man latched onto his sleeve.
“It’s real,” he was nearly crying as he gripped the cloth of Chin-Hwa’s robe. “They’re dying, Chin-Hwa…”
“You have to forgive my grandfather,” Bolin placed his hand on the old man’s shoulder, helping him to sit down against a nearby wall. “These times have been trying for him.”
“What has been happening?” the old noble looked down towards the boy, worried about the elder.
“My grandfather has told you the story,” the teenager stood before them, articulating what the old man could not. “The Sarugaran temple, home to Gousaru. This village has been aware of the spirit for centuries, appreciating and venerating him. When some prank or trick occurs, something out of place or placed where it doesn’t belong, we laugh. We attribute it to Gousaru’s mischievous side.”
“Elder Zian had always described him as a lover of both laughter and tricks,” Chin-Hwa nodded.
“…Nearly three weeks ago, something happened…The spirit of Gousaru began appearing at night.”
The old noble’s eyes went wide, Zian sobbing at the memory of the scene.
Bolin stared at the ground, his fists tightening as he described further. “On the first night…He killed one of the villagers.”
Wen Lan lifted her hand to her mouth in horror.
Rou remained silent.
“He appeared the next night, and did the same…Killed someone, and then disappeared. A week ago the Earth Kingdom troops left a small unit here to hold him off while they fetch reinforcements.”
“He kills someone every night?” Gang’s arms remained folded as he attempted to understand the situation.
“No…There’s no pattern to it. He once went three nights without appearing…Then on the fourth, he killed two. There are nights where he claims more than one life, and then there are nights where he doesn’t appear at all.”
“This is why you requested my council,” the old noble stroked his beard.
“You have familiarity with ancient relics, and once spent time recording the history of the Sarugaran temple when you were younger. We felt you might provide some valuable insight.” His tone was hopeful.
Chin-Hwa turned towards the door, thinking carefully. He felt he owed much to Wei Min for the memories it had left him so many years ago.
“Please,” Zian begged, pressing his head to the floor. “Please, Chin-Hwa…”
Silence filled the room as the villagers looked towards him, his mind sorting through memories of his studies of the Sarugaran temple. His determined tone broke the quiet, the room following every word.
“…This evening, move all of the citizens of Wei Min to Rou’s estate; there they will be safe.”
“Chin-Hwa!” his cousin exclaimed, shocked that he would make such a bold command without her approval.
“You owe your wealth and fortune to this village, Rou. You will aid them in their time of need.” His back remained to her as his hand stopped midway through his beard.
She huffed, waving the fan slightly faster.
“Liang, I ask that you and Li Mei remain with the citizens to ensure their safety.”
“Yes lord Chin-Hwa,” he bowed obediently.
“Right!” she balled her fists, determined to help out however she could.
“Gang, prepare Boots. I will require his aid, as well as yours and Wen Lan’s.”
“Yes my lord,” the young nobled bowed readily, willing to help however she could.
The old firebender stepped to the noble’s side, studying him carefully. “We fightin’ a spirit?”
“…Yes,” he stared out the door quietly, the waning sun inspiring a slight fear within him.
“Yes, a messenger arrived a few days ago on Chin-Hwa’s behalf to announce you!” Oyaji smiled, standing at the entrance to the shrine. “I thank you for delivering this item to its proper home.” He bowed deeply.
Jung returned the bow, drawing the item out carefully from his pouch. A sense of satisfaction fell over him upon the successful delivery of the relic.
“It’s beautiful,” he smiled tenderly as he unfolded the cloth, the doll revealing another facet of the island’s hero that he had never considered.
The warrior bowed once again, turning to take his leave.
“Ah! Before you go, at least allow us the opportunity to repay you for your services!” He lifted his hand, feeling it terribly rude to let such kindness pass without proper thanks.
He looked towards the old man, considering the offer. The day was nearly over, the sunset bathing them in an orange glow as it reflected off of the ocean. The knowledge that no boats would willingly travel at night brought him to nod his head, agreeing to the offer.
“Wonderful,” Oyaji smiled. “I will place this in the shrine. Might I interest you in a tour of the island?”
Jung nodded again, having already admired the beauty of that which surrounded them.
The two walked the paths of the island, Oyaji identifying and explaining the history of various points as they traveled. He nodded proudly towards a dojo near the forest.
“And this is where the warriors of the Kyoshi train diligently, honoring the traditions and bravery of Avatar Kyoshi.”
A loud thud could be heard from within the dojo, followed by yelling.
“You are not the only visitor to our island as of late; another came here a week ago during her travels. The warriors have taken to including her in their training sessions, her experience and advice helping them to improve.”
Another loud noise rang out.
“They appear to be training rather hard today.” Oyaji watched the dojo.
“Not like that! Che, it’s like watching a cow pig sneak up on a meadow vole!” A voice scolded.
Jung froze.
“Watch, watch! You’ve got the whole ‘use their force against them’ thing, that’s good. Now follow through, make it so they ain’t gettin’ up any time soon!”
He turned towards the dojo, walking towards it with a hurried pace.
“Ah, the warriors frown upon any men entering in on their training sessions!” Oyaji lifted a hand to stop him.
“Here, come at me!” the voice ordered.
He placed his hand on the door, sliding it open quickly as he watched from beneath the mask.
The warrior rushed forward, the traveler swinging her arm out into her throat, her leg moving carelessly to sweep her feet out from under her.
The attacker hit the ground, groaning as Ryoko placed a foot over her stomach.
The warriors turned to face the disturbance, Jung simply staring.
Ryoko looked towards the disturbance nonchalantly, her eyebrow rising.
Her hair was unkempt, tied into a thin ponytail near her shoulder blades. A kimono covered half of her chest, the sleeves torn away. Bandages draped over her chest and right shoulder, a dark brown set of paints ending halfway down her thighs. Her right leg remained concealed behind the ripped remains of what had once perhaps been a kimono, a smoking pipe hanging idly from her mouth. On each forearm rested a turtle shell, the symbol of each nation carved into the center.
“…Master…” Jung whispered.
Dedicated to Timkai, who recently got addicted to the series and has left me some positive feedback! Thank you, Tim!
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The Blue Chibi
Cabbage Merchant
you cannot push the river... nor can you hold it back
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Post by The Blue Chibi on Oct 20, 2006 12:58:29 GMT -5
Hey, Happy Birthday! ;D
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Post by Funk Oni on Oct 21, 2006 2:09:36 GMT -5
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Post by Funk Oni on Oct 24, 2006 17:14:30 GMT -5
Hey everybody! Sorry I haven't updated in a bit, I headed home for the weekend for the birthday. (Thanks Blue Chibi)
Anyway, here we are! I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter, but first I want to say something.
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Thanks! Enjoy the new chapter!
Roses of the Valley
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Heated Encounter
“Hi Yakone!” one of the girls giggled as she waved towards the teenager, her friends blushing and smiling as they gossiped, watching him on his way to the plaza.
He grinned smugly, winking at the girl as the two passed the group.
His superior had grown to dislike traveling with the waterbender, his popularity with the girls of the North Pole inspiring a slight jealousy. He observed Yakone’s movement, noticing that his confident swagger had returned. Miksa did not approve of such displays, which could so easily be interpreted as arrogance, yet could not help but be glad that the young waterbender had finally stopped pouting.
“You seem to be in a good mood,” he noted.
“Eh, decided to stop sulking. Not my style,” Yakone shrugged.
“I’m glad for that.”
“I mean, you were only doing what you figured was right. Can’t blame you for that.”
“Wise,” Miksa noted flatly, disliking the implication that his actions were in the wrong.
“Arnook’ll…”
“Chief Arnook,” he corrected.
“Sure. Chief Arnook’ll pack them up and send them on their way, no worries.”
“I wouldn’t presume,” the warrior warned.
“I would. Those soldiers’re harmless, Arnook isn’t…”
“Chief Arnook.”
“Stop that.”
“Refer to him properly.”
“What difference does it make?” his eyebrow rose as he questioned.
“It’s a matter of respect.”
“Fine, look, when I say ‘Arnook,’ just imagine I said ‘Chief’ before it.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I will not permit you to be disrespectful for no other reason than your own sheer laziness.”
“I’m not lazy!” he protested.
“That’s not what master Pakku says.”
“Pakku’s an old jerk, he thinks everyone’s lazy,” he looked up towards the plaza, the two entering quietly.
Rumors concerning the Fire Nation soldiers had spread quickly, concerned warriors and members of the tribe gathered to determine the validity of the notion.
Yakone and Miksa took their places, sitting calmly as Chief Arnook entered, his wife and Pakku sitting to either side of him.
The young waterbender grinned confidently, assured that he already knew what was to come. He folded his arms, tilting his head as he watched the scene.
“There has been much talk of an armed Fire Nation operation against us, a sudden and powerful invasion. I assure you, such notions are entirely false,” Arnook was well aware of the worries haunting his people, his statement meant to clear any fears that weighed upon them.
Yakone smirked, the speech beginning just as he had predicted it. The sound of low whispers and sighs of relief could be heard throughout the crowd.
“To be certain; a Fire Nation ship was discovered a short distance from the North Pole. However, this was a lone ship that had been ravaged by battle. The men aboard had neither weapons nor armor.”
Miksa glanced towards his subordinate, narrowing his eyes as his smug expression grew. The crowd had grown quieter, paying careful attention to the Chief’s words.
“We are all well aware of the threat posed by the Fire Nation. To set these soldiers free would pose a serious risk to our wellbeing.” There was gravity to his words, the war forcing him to take drastic measures.
The waterbender’s eyebrow rose up, the statement unexpected.
“The soldiers will remain here at the North Pole, as prisoners of war.” Arnook stood firmly, his posture implying his confidence in the decision.
It was greeted with more low whispers and discussion, the oldest veterans nodding in approval.
“What!?” Yakone stood, the only voice of protest.
Arnook looked in the direction of the waterbender, studying the teenager.
Pakku narrowed his eyes, recognizing the voice instantly.
“You can’t just hold them prisoner; they didn’t do anything wrong!”
“Yakone,” Miksa whispered, nearly growling as he motioned for his subordinate to calm down.
“They were dying of cold and hunger when we found them, and you’re going to imprison them?!” He slapped the warrior’s hand away, his tone growing angrier.
“The Fire Nation is a…” Chief Arnook started, maintaining his civility.
“What, a ruthless enemy!? If we keep these soldiers prisoner, how are we any different?!”
“You’d do well to watch that tongue of yours,” Pakku warned grimly. It was not the first time he had to tell the smug waterbender such.
“Why, can’t handle hearing the truth?” he glared towards his master.
“Yakone!” Miksa’s whispers grew louder.
“Yakone,” Arnook’s tone had grown sterner, the teenager’s disrespect succeeding in offending him. “The decision is final; the soldiers shall remain as our prisoners, but I guarantee that no harm will come to them.”
“Like that matters,” he glared.
“You will not sit and ridicule our traditions and cultures for the sake of a lone ideal!” his frame tightened in anger.
“When did culture outweigh humanity!?”
Miksa wrapped his arms under Yakone’s, dragging the screaming waterbender out of the plaza.
Pakku stared after him with agitation, closing his eyes as they disappeared from sight.
“What were you thinking?!” Miksa threw him to the ground, watching him with a mix of shock and anger.
“Shut up,” he sat up slowly, glaring towards the ocean.
“Have you lost your mind?! You think you can just talk to Chief Arnook and master Pakku however you want?!”
“If I don’t, who will?” he nearly growled the question as he turned towards his superior. “You all seem perfectly content letting people who did nothing to offend us rot in a cell.”
“They’re Fire Nation!” he screamed.
“They’re people!” he stood as he screamed back, face to face with the warrior.
“Yakone,” Miksa looked at the ground, exasperated. “Chief Arnook wouldn’t have made this decision without careful deliberation. This is what’s best for our people.”
“No. If anything, this makes us worse. We’re giving up humanity for security, how is that what’s best?”
“He promised they would be taken care of, that no harm would come to them. Isn’t it enough to accept that?”
The waterbender sneered, waving his hand dismissively at Miksa as he turned and walked away. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he continued staring towards the sea.
“You just don’t get it.”
Miksa stared after him, sighing disappointedly at his inability to make his subordinate understand.
He looked up towards the winter sky, a soft snow drifting down around them.
“Hey, you alright?”
“Hmm?” Yakone’s eyes went wide, his trance disrupted.
“You alright?” the soldier repeated, his eyebrow rising curiously towards the teenager.
“Yeah, fine,” he muttered, looking back towards the path before them.
“Ah,” Seung smiled as they reached the edge of the pass. A large Earth Kingdom base stood in the distance, protected by a grand wall. The base itself rested atop a small mountain, nestled carefully amongst the rocks.
“We’re here,” he looked back towards the others, grateful that they had reached their destination safely.
Xiu smiled softly from atop Kyo, nodding. She had been worried about their arrival for days, nervous that she would unwittingly do something to cause trouble for the general. She marveled at the huge white walls surrounding the base, impressed by their size.
Yakone simply stared, uninterested.
Their pace increased as they drew closer to the base, excited that they had reached their goal.
“You…” Ryoko’s pipe nearly fell from her lips as she whispered it, her eyes going wide.
Quiet fell over the dojo, the warriors standing readily to intercept any possible threat posed by the masked stranger.
Oyaji stood behind Jung, surprised by the word he had uttered.
The guardian of Bai-Jing was motionless, shocked by the encounter.
“Idiot!” she roared as she leapt forward, her foot slamming directly into the mask.
He remained still, the mask preventing him from feeling the effects of her sudden attack.
“Didn’t I teach you how to dodge?!” she yelled loudly, referencing the numerous scars upon him. She lashed her fist out towards his head to further berate him.
Lifting his arm he intercepted the turtle shell strapped to her forearm as it neared his ear.
“Look at you, you even got that stupid mask busted up! What was lesson one?!” she spun quickly, her leg launching up towards his neck.
“You make the rules,” he answered calmly, lifting his palm to grasp her ankle.
“What’s lesson two!?” she twisted her body, retracting her leg from its attack. With a powerful step she thrust her elbow towards his gut.
“You always make the rules,” he slammed his two fists together directly before her elbow, stopping it.
“Lesson three!” Her elbow remained firm against his knuckles, her forearm rising up to punch him in the chest.
“Don’t break the rules.” He had spent years traveling with her, reminded each day of the lessons. They had become a part of him, resulting in quick and calm responses as he met each of her attacks. His right hand shot up, grasping her fist.
“Four!” she slid back, breaking away from his brief hold. Her feet pressed hard against the ground as she launched herself forward for another assault.
“Never back down,” he took a firm stance as he blocked a kick, his left arm lashing out for an attack.
“Eh? Wait, I thought that was lesson six,” she ducked, his arm missing her entirely as she twisted her body, her leg sweeping out towards his ankle.
“No, lesson six is to never skin a porcupine boar with your bare hands,” he strengthened his stance, her sweep having no effect on him as it knocked against his ankle. He kicked forward.
The warriors had surrounded them, fans ready as they waiting for an opening.
“Right, right,” she muttered, remembering that to be an extraordinarily painful lesson they had both learned on a cool spring day. She dodged back, stepping in as both fists shot forward. “What’s lesson five, then?”
His fists met hers, the two poised against one another. Their stances were identical, their bodies reflecting one another as they pushed their fists forward, neither giving any ground.
“…We are ghosts,” he answered slowly. “We pledge loyalty to no nation, only to our own spirits. We will wander the lands forever, regarded as heroes by some and villains by others. In our actions, we will speak to those deaf to reason. They will attack us, attempt to silence our spirits. As ghosts, their blades should never touch us; their bending should never break us.”
“Very good,” she grinned as the two remained locked. “Except for you…Who else do you pledge loyalty to?” she took a half step back, lowering her body as she thrust herself against him. She understood him to be taller, using her lower center of gravity to her advantage.
He lowered himself quickly, slipping into a defensive stance as she pressed against him. He slid back, stopping near the entrance.
“You.” He stood tall as he answered.
“Right,” she folded her arms, grinning. “So, what’s your excuse for all those scars?” she took the pipe from her mouth, inspecting it to ensure it was still lit.
“…I have none,” he answered honestly. He had perceived dodging to hold a degree of cowardice to it, preferring instead to meet attacks head on. He was well aware that saying such would only result in a more heated fight between the two.
“Hmph,” she grunted, lifting the pipe back to her lips. “Honest as ever,” her hands rested on her hips as she watched him. “Get outside; I want fifty pushups for each scar!”
“Fifty?” one of the Kyoshi warriors whispered in surprise. She had noticed the numerous scars littering his body, wondering if her assignment was perhaps excessive.
“You’re right,” Ryoko muttered, her face taking on a pensive expression. She nodded her head slightly, realizing a superior form of discipline.
“A hundred for each scar! Get out there!” she bellowed, pointing towards the entrance to the dojo.
Oyaji and the Kyoshi warriors stared in shock, the number seeming entirely ridiculous.
Jung bowed respectfully, exiting the dojo with no protest. Oyaji followed, glancing back towards Ryoko as they walked away.
His mentor folded her arms, smirking. Glancing to her side, she noticed the idle students.
“Hey!” she yelled out at them. “Get back to work!”
The warriors returned to their training without hesitation. They understood Ryoko to be experienced, something that had brought them to respect her. Yet in seeing her not only fight but command the Demon of War, they felt a slight intimidation.
She grinned, returning to her place at the head of the dojo. She sat firmly, watching carefully as the warriors trained. Through the open door she could see her student, already enacting the task she had assigned him.
Ryoko smiled.
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Post by Funk Oni on Oct 24, 2006 17:15:49 GMT -5
The air was warm, the last few rays of light pouring softly through the leaves of the trees above as the sun set in the distance. The night was still, the air around them motionless.
The Sarugaran temple stood in the distance, every aspect of it beautifully crafted and maintained. To the far end of the temple was the statue of Gousaru, meditating peacefully atop a short pillar with a merry smile.
Three large gates stood between the temple and Chin-Hwa, the stone path littered with a few stray leaves. He stared towards the temple, a nervous coat of sweat forming over his brow.
Wen Lan stood to his left, her frame tense as she waited for any sign of the spirit. Her eyes strained as she searched the temple carefully.
Gang stood rigid, his arms folded as he glared past the gates. To some extent he was excited, having never fought an actual spirit before.
“You sure this is where he’s comin’ from?” the old guard glanced towards Chin-Hwa.
“I can think of no other point from which he would originate. The temple is his home,” he narrowed his eyes as he second-guessed himself, praying that he had not missed some small fact or detail.
The sun conquered, the moon claimed victory over the landscape. Its soft glow bathed the path, gentle columns of silver light falling between the trees to either side.
“Are you certain this plan will work?” she whispered, thoroughly worried. She had never seen a spirit, much less fought one.
“I hope that is the case.”
“You hope?” Gang’s eyebrow rose.
“There!” his eyes went wide as he lurched forward, the spectacle amazing him.
The two turned quickly, stepping into their stances as they gazed past the three gates.
The figure stood directly in front of Gousaru’s statue, nothing more than a distant silhouette. It stepped forward slowly, dragging something large along the ground as it moved.
Not a word passed between the three, each silent as they waited for the spirit to reveal itself.
Concealed in darkness, it slowed its pace as it reached the temple entrance. It remained motionless, the path between them illuminated.
“Gou…” the old noble started, nearly speechless at the situation. “Gousaru…”
The spirit’s eyes shot open at the voice. They were large and round, completely white. Their brightness pierced through the shadows.
Gang glared, his muscles tensing as he prepared to engage the spirit. Its sudden stare had put him at unease.
The silhouette leapt into a nearby tree with amazing speed, the branches rustling as it disappeared from sight.
Wen Lan looked towards the tree, her eyes going wide as the branches of another closer to them began rustling. Gousaru’s speed had amazed her, stepping forward with intense determination.
The old guard rushed towards the tree, ready to intercept the violent spirit. He glanced towards the edge of the path as he moved, quickly inspecting the passing branches to eliminate any potential for a sneak attack.
“Gang!” Wen Lan screamed out.
He turned quickly, an intense force slamming directly into his chest. He hit the stone path hard, rolling along it until he stopped near one of the gate columns.
Chin-Hwa gazed at the spirit, the moon revealing it entirely.
Gousaru appeared to be a very large monkey, his torso and arms exhibiting powerful muscles. Three gold earrings decorated his left ear, a golden armlet upon each arm. A short black and gold bracer covered over his wrists and ankles, another near the end of his tail. He wore a finely woven red hakama stopping just above his feet. Though he stood like a man his feet were completely identical to his hands, the end of his tail revealing a fifth, slightly smaller and thinner than the others. Various markings decorated his body, his mouth twisted into a maniacal toothy grin.
The spirit carried on his shoulder a large red staff, each end coated in gold. He slammed the weapon against the ground, screeching towards the night sky.
The young noble launched forward, her hands stabbing out in an intense barrage of strikes.
Stepping back, Chin-Hwa watched worriedly as he waited for the proper moment to enact his plan.
Gousaru twisted his body quickly, chattering as he evaded each of her attacks. He leaned to the right, his left leg launching up into her hip, grasping before throwing her towards the forest.
Gang growled loudly as he rushed the spirit, his arms cutting through the air as waves of flame tore towards the enemy.
He screeched, flipping back onto his hands as he dodged the old guard’s assault. His legs began blocking each of Gang’s strikes, moving with just as much precision and strength as his arms.
The firebender stepped back, bringing both hands to the ground before lashing them up towards the moon. Fire tore along the ground, nearing the spirit’s hands.
Gousaru pushed up, his left hand and foot grasping the large staff. Stabbing it into the ground, he pulled himself up. He tilted his head as he watched the gruff bodyguard, balancing carefully on one hand atop the weapon as the flames washed harmlessly against it.
Gang sneered, the spirit’s grin enraging him as he ran towards the staff. Pressing his foot firmly against it he flipped backwards, a wave of flame rushing up towards his opponent.
Flipping off of the staff, the spirit landed firmly on his feet. He turned quickly as Wen Lan began attacking from behind, his arms moving quickly to intercept each strike. He turned his body to face directly between the two as Gang began an assault from the other side.
The three remained in this position, Gousaru using his left arm and leg to deflect the young noble while using the right to fend off the firebender.
Suspecting that the spirit was merely toying with them, Gang’s anger grew. He yelled as he twisted his body, the back of his fist cutting towards Gousaru’s head. His eyebrow rose up as he felt a hand wrap around his ankle, glaring as he realized the spirit had intercepted him using the hand at the end of his tail.
The sick grin turned towards Wen Lan, the threat to his right already dealt with. He launched Gang towards one of the gates, turning his whole body to deal with the young noble.
Her eyes grew with worry, understanding that she was now on the defense. She struggled to evade his attacks, barely escaping each strike.
Gousaru launched both palms forward at once, each aimed for her chest.
Wen Lan crossed her wrists before extending her hands towards his, succeeding in deflecting both. She slid back as something slammed into her stomach. Falling to her knees she panted for air, her breath escaping her.
The spirit had brought its tail up between its legs, thrusting the palm squarely against her stomach.
“Gousaru!” Chin-Hwa stepped forward, unable to stand idle while they suffered. He hoped silently for his plan to work.
The spirit turned, looking towards the sound. He stared at the old noble, freezing.
He noticed the sudden stillness, wondering quietly if the spirit perhaps recognized him, remembered his visits to the temple so many years ago.
He took a step forward, searching through the hatred that had so recently filled him for the memory of the human before him.
“Gousaru,” he started quietly, not wanting to do anything to upset the spirit. His eyes went wide as he noticed Gang approaching quickly from behind it.
Snapping back to attention, Gousaru screeched. He lashed his arm out into Gang’s side, swatting him to the ground as his tail slammed into Chin-Hwa, knocking him to the side of the path. Grasping his staff he dashed towards the village, screeching wildly as he disappeared from sight.
Glaring, the old guard chased after the opponent, furious that he had been unable to land even a single attack.
“Lord Chin-Hwa!” Wen Lan hurried towards him, regaining her breathing. She helped her lord up carefully.
“I am fine, Wen Lan…Please, go ahead…” he winced slightly, having been unprepared for the hit.
“My lord…”
“Please Wen Lan,” he brought himself to his feet, touching his hand to the spot where Gousaru had struck him.
Worry caused her to hesitate, nodding obediently to his request. She ran towards the village, hoping she would not be too late.
The roof buckled as Gousaru landed on it, his attention darting from house to house as he searched for any member of the village. He turned his head slowly, inspecting the landscape for any forms of life.
His eyes stopped on Rou’s estate, his ear twitching as it studied the mansion.
Liang’s eyes went wide as he shut the door quickly, turning back to face towards the crowd. A fearful sweat trailed his face, his heart racing.
The villagers understood the fear in his expression, clinging to one another as they closed their eyes, praying that Chin-Hwa would succeed in his efforts.
Rou sat carefully, fanning herself faster to conceal her worry.
Li Mei sat beside Zian, her eyes narrowed as she gazed at the door. She had faith in those she had traveled with; they would not fail.
Gousaru heard the door click shut, his body rising as he slowly walked along the roof. He leapt to the ground, his right hand planted firmly as he leaned forward. Standing calmly the spirit continued his approach, stopping as he reached the entrance to the estate.
He looked up towards the door, grinning wildly. Thunderous footsteps to his side called his attention away from his destination, Boots ramming into him at full speed.
Gousaru fell to the ground, sliding briefly before flipping up onto his feet. He screeched at the beast, slapping his staff against the ground rapidly.
Boots snorted loudly, his front paw clawing readily at the soil. With a loud roar he started forward, lowering his head to gore the enemy.
The spirit turned its body, sidestepping the determined beast as he faced towards its left. His muscles tightened as he gripped the staff, slamming the butt of it into the creature’s side.
The mighty rhino slid along the ground, slamming into the wall of Rou’s estate. He growled lowly as he regained himself, turning to face the spirit. The staff smashed into the side of his head, forcing Boots to release a pained moan. He shook his body violently, backing away from the opponent.
Gousaru gave the creature no quarter, stepping in to strike again. He lashed the weapon out quickly, chattering as something dropped down between them.
Bolin thrust his three section staff against the spirit’s attack, focusing carefully as he strained to stop the weapon from knocking into Boots.
The violent spirit leapt back, howling as he slammed his staff against the wall of Rou’s estate in agitation.
Zian’s grandson took his stance as he stared towards the spirit, nervous as to what would follow. He had faith in lord Chin-Hwa’s plan, yet could not sit by idly while others risked their own safety for his village. The amount of effort he exerted into merely stopping Gousaru’s attack made him well aware of the difference in power between them.
Boots snorted, regaining himself as he clawed at the ground.
The spirit continued slapping his staff against the wall angrily, stabbing the edge of it into the ground as he readied himself. He glanced behind him as the sound of quick footsteps sounded out through the night air.
Gang slid to a halt, glaring towards the spirit. He smirked proudly towards his komodo rhino, taking his firebending stance.
Wen Lan soon arrived behind him, preparing herself as her eyes locked onto Gousaru.
Silence passed between them, the spirit standing still.
The old guard attacked first.
“So how’s Bai-Jing?” Ryoko asked calmly as she lifted the container of sake, taking a quick drink from it.
“Good,” Jung answered quietly as he continued the task she had assigned him.
She sat on top of his back as he did the pushups, looking up towards the stars.
“These girls’re pretty good,” she complimented the Kyoshi warriors, smirking slightly. “They learn fast.”
“I’m glad,” he nodded without pause.
She grinned as she glanced down towards him.
“What’s the best way t’learn about someone?” she continued quizzing him.
“To listen.”
“Good. What do we listen with?” she looked back towards the stars.
“With every part of our bodies, with every ounce of our spirit.”
“Right.” She was impressed that he had remembered all of her teachings. He had always taken that particular lesson to heart, listening with his ears, heart and body. It was a rare quality, one that had convinced her to take him as her student so long ago.
“I’m listening right now,” she grinned.
He remained silent as he continued the pushups.
“Your frame isn’t as tense as it was before. You’ve lost that edge of anger you had.”
Jung continued without pause.
“Makes me think that things’re more’n ‘good’ at Bai-Jing,” she smirked as she glanced down towards him.
He slowed slightly, quickly resuming the pace of her assignment.
“Knew it,” she grinned confidently as she took another swig of the sake. “The war,” she continued, listening carefully to his actions and frame, “is still raging. So it’s not like you’ve run out of things t’fight. And I doubt you’re the sort who’d calm down naturally over time and blend in t’things suddenly.”
The warrior continued.
“So. What’s ‘er name?”
He froze midway through a pushup, continuing slowly as he attempted to regain his pace.
“Ha ha, I knew it!” Ryoko boasted, lifting her arms to the air. “I knew it! Wow, finally. Took you long enough,” she teased as she brought the container to her lips once again.
His face grew warm beneath the mask as he continued, nearly finished with the assignment.
“Well, I’m glad for you,” she grinned. “What’re your plans now that you’re finished here?”
“I will return to the valley.”
“Nice,” she nodded, the corner of her mouth lifting into a smirk. “I’ll tag along with you for a bit. I’m getting’ bored of this island. I can’t just settle down somewhere like you,” she continued teasing as she reached her arm back, flicking her finger against the back of his head.
“Alright,” he nodded.
Silence passed between them, the ocean bringing in a gentle breeze. Jung slowed as it washed over them, Ryoko glancing down curiously towards him.
“…I am glad,” he started. “To see you again.” He returned to the pushups, only one hundred away from completing the task.
She smiled gently, looking back up towards the stars as she lifted the container again.
“Likewise,” she said quietly as she took another sip.
The warrior continued, his mentor sitting atop him.
Dedicated to Isaia, for everything. Everything.
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Post by 0ceaness on Oct 28, 2006 15:11:17 GMT -5
I'm reading this!! It's taking me about a week to read the whole thing from the beginning, but I love it! I'm in the top of page 4 actually, hehe! Can't wait to read the rest! One question though, is this going to be an ongoing story or does it have an end?
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